Today started out like any other regular day. I was listening to a mixture of Sugarland, Rascal Flatts, and ’80s tunes while working my way through some stuff that I needed to get caught up on. No big deal. Nothing spectacular. Little did I know that I was about to have one of the most awe-inspiring experiences I’ve ever had.
A little background for those of you that may not know….I’m a sensitive. This just means that when human spirits are visiting I can tell that they’re with me, whether they are male or female, and usually what they’re feeling, possibly at times a little of their story. This will come into play a little later in my story.
Another little background snippet…I live in a security building. There is the main outer door, a foyer where the mailboxes are, and then a 2nd inner door that you have to pass through before you get to where the apartments are. Someone that wants to gain access to the apartments, and doesn’t have a building key, must buzz a specific apartment and then the tenant in that apartment buzzes back releasing the locks on the doors. This will come into play at the beginning of my story.
So I’ve got my tunes on keeping me motivated to get some things accomplished. I’m working slow and steady and getting things done. That’s when I heard someone buzz my apartment to get into the building. Being a smart & safety-conscious woman, I looked out my window to see who it was before I let them in. Because of the way the building is shaped all I could see was the shoulder and sleeve of a coat. My upstairs neighbor, whom I’m friendly with, has a coat that same color. Naturally I thought it was her. She knows I’m home a lot of times. She’s in her 70s and sometimes buzzes me if she doesn’t have enough free hands to juggle her keys around. No problem. I know her. It’s fine. I thought it was her and buzz her in. It wasn’t her. What happened next floored me. For my friends and family reading this, I’m fine. I was never in any danger whatsoever. Just wanted to put that out there to end all worry/panic that may have started.
Shortly after buzzing in who I thought was my neighbor, I hear a knock on my door. I am probably one of the few people that still use the peep hole that’s in my door which I’m often grateful for. This is when I realized it wasn’t my neighbor that I had just let into the building. Right away though I knew it wasn’t a sales person, political campaign volunteer, Jehovah’s Witness, etc. I didn’t know this woman and yet I knew I had to open the door. I didn’t know what was compelling me to find out what she wanted, something was though and I listened. Yes, I know. Hard to believe my stubbornness didn’t win out this time.
After exchanging the customary “hello” greetings, the first thing she asks me is, “Is there a Bob that lives here?” I of course say no because it’s just me and last time I checked I wasn’t Bob and didn’t even have a bob haircut. I figured she just had the wrong building and was ready to be done with the situation. Then she starts explaining her situation to me. Her nephew lives in another building in my complex. He has some health issues and she checks on him twice a week. She’s been calling him since last night and hasn’t gotten any answer. She got on a bus and rode over to the complex to check on him, obviously hoping he was fine, wanting to be sure though. She kept saying that her nephew had mentioned a Bob that sometimes visited him. She buzzed a random apartment in her nephew’s building because mysteriously her set of keys (which have never given her problems) suddenly weren’t working and she couldn’t get in. The neighbor she buzzed said she saw the nephew leaving with two men and a child yesterday, but hadn’t seen him today at all. The worried stranger also told me that a specific apartment number was stuck in her head and she couldn’t stop thinking of it. That apartment number was my apartment.
Knowing her nephew enough to say hi to him and ask how he’s doing when I see him in the parking lot, I wanted to help out if I was able to. Being on oxygen, with chillier weather still upon us, I couldn’t exactly get in the car and drive her to the hospital her nephew usually goes to. She said she spoke to her nephew’s neighbor and used her phone to call the Management office which of course was closed cause it’s Sunday. As she’s talking I’m bouncing ideas around in my head trying to come up with viable suggestions. Suddenly I feel a spirit standing right next to me. I knew it was a male spirit and tried to temporarily ignore him until I was done focusing on helping this random stranger.
I finally got an idea that I thought might help, and was really the only thing I could do to help this poor worried Aunt. I invited her into my aparment (something which I NEVER do) and gave her the typical, “Make yourself at home while I go….” invitation. I got my lease and found the emergency number tenants are given for when the office is closed. I called it and got the voice mail and then wrote it down for her so she could call again later. She then told me that her nephew had recently reunited with a relative he hadn’t spoken to in 9 years. She and I both concluded that being St. Patrick’s Day weekend, and this relative saying she wanted to get together with this man to talk to him about something, that must have been where he went. She said she’d keep calling her nephew, and the numbers for the Management office until she found out what was going on. We spoke for a few extra minutes and she of course questioned my needing oxygen as people often do when they first meet me. I briefly explained my situation and she gave me some Blessings and well-wishes, and I gave her the same and wished her luck and that was it.
After she left, I was glad I was able to help her in some way even if she didn’t get a definite answer to the question at hand. I was thinking about the situation though, and several points came to my attention. I’ll share them with you and leave you to draw your own conclusions, having been given all the facts.
- There is nobody in my building named Bob, and hasn’t been in the 9 years I’ve lived here.
- The apartment number that kept coming to her was very specific, and it was mine.
- The spirit that visited was definitely male and was standing almost up against me while I was talking to this woman.
- The first neighbor she spoke with who saw her nephew leave with 2 men and a child, was married to Bob.
- Bob passed away 3 or 4 years ago.
I know what happened here today. As I said though, I’ll leave you to draw your own conclusions. I’m just glad someone directed this poor woman to my doorstep. Hopefully she’ll get in touch with her nephew soon and he’ll be fine and happy after having had a successful reunion with his relative. Good luck and God Bless to all involved!!
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