My guardian angel never sleeps.
24 April 2009
I have a guardian angel. I know this. Things just fall into place so sweetly for me. I can’t otherwise explain so much good fortune.
Last night I had to get up at 3:30 in the morning to get my husband to the airport in time for his 6:00 a.m. flight to Charlottesville, VA. THat’s really early for me and probably for you too. I can manage the truck at that hour on automatic pilot to get us to the airport and back, but that’s about it. I really am not very alert.
As we were leaving the house, David offered to lock the door behind me. “Sure.” I replied as I had a cup of coffee in my hand. We got into the truck and headed north as planned and as usual not a whole lot alert at that hour.
When I came back I parked the truck by the curb in front of my house. I did the usual and locked the doors, then walked to the front door. I soon realized I did not have a house key on my truck key ring. I don’t usually drive the truck so I had given my daughter-in-law the key that usually hangs on that keychain. Now I was in a real predicament.
Can you imagine my sense of disbelief over this misfortune? I felt awful about this. So I went back to the truck and turned on the engine to keep the cab warm. I tried lowering the backs of the front seats so I could stretch out until daylight, but they only reclined so far. This was not going to be an easy proposition to spend the rest of the night in the truck with the engine running to keep it warm.
I sat up and began thinking how to get myself out of this mess. Would I awaken my neighbor Karin? I ruled that choice out as she has a hearing loss and probably would not hear her doorbell or me pounding at her front door. This wasn’t an option.
I thought about awakening Ken and Kaisa next door because they too had a key to my house. I really did not want to do this as it would disturb their night’s sleep. I was really wondering what in the world I would be doing for the rest of the night?
So I decided to go over to my son’s apartment and try to get a rise out of him. When I drove over, I soon was reminded his parking lot was gated and I did not have an access code. I’d have to scale the gate and then try my best to wake him up. I really didn’t want to do this because the man in the apartment below is a light sleeper and he has balled me out before for making too much noise.
Having had recent hip replacement surgery and a disc removed from my lumbar vertebrae, I knew this idea was risky business and no doubt would injure myself very badly trying to scale the fence. So I drove back home and sat for a while in my truck, in front of my house with no key, wondering what on eart I was going to do?
Then I felt this nudge, it is always very subtle, to check and see if by any chance the back door was open. This was really a long shot as we were robbed last year one night after failing to secure our back door, but I had to rule out the possibility just the same. We have been a whole lot more conscientious about locking up the house each night since this happened. We have our nightly ritual securing our home.
I grabbed my purse and headed down the walk by the side of my house, then went up the steps to my back door. I wished myself good luck as I turned the door knob.
That door was unlocked. I couldn’t believe it. I knew right then and there, it had to be the work of my guardian angel who knew I would suffer immensely if I had to try and sleep in that truck.
So I gave thanks. Over and again I gave thanks. It was unbelievable this back door happened to be opened.
I went back upstairs and got into bed. Meanwhile I could hear the sounds of something unusual happening between my house and Ken and Kaisa’s house. It sounded like someone using their body to pound open a door, or possibly it was the sound of a door closing. It was like a small combustion and I couldn’t determine where it was coming from, just that it was under my bedroom window. Our houses are very close in North Tacoma, you hardly miss a thing.
It was five in the morning and this sound went on and off for about a half hour, in intervals. Then I heard some muffled voices and that was it. I checked out my windows for evidence of someone’s unknown car in our neighborhood, but everything was like it should be.
I asked Kaisa this morning if she heard anything strange like that too. She had not. We both knew the homes in our neighborhood were often entered in the wee early morning hours. That’s also when their car was also stolen.
I wished I had called the police, but of course I didn’t want to disturb their sleep next door unnecessarily.
I just thanked my guardian angel it wasn’t me. And I still wonder what all of that commotion was all about?
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