Hey new friends,
Anothrer thread on haunted places got me thinking - I had a genuine miracle happen to me once, a big one, and little things happen all the time. I bet that's not so rare. I bet lotsa people have miracles, and I'd like to hear your story.
Mine is, many years ago I got dumped by my second husband - first he leaves me for a cute little blond and moves away to a different city. Then he breaks up with her and calls me up - wants to get back together, please leave my life and come to the new city. And I do it! dumb,dumb,dumb But I didn't want to be a "two time loser" right? So I'm trying to keep the marriage together.
I quit my job, leave my house, leave some big volunteer stuff I was doing, go move to be with him. Three months later he's got another little blonde.
Meanwhile, I'm trying to get a job in new city, figure out how to break up with him friendly (dumb), etc. He moves out, and I get so depressed I can't move. I don;t have a job, I don't know anybody. After a while I can hardly get out of bed. I'm like clinically depressed, right, but so far gone I can't even recognize it. And I'm not eating, no food in the house, just sleeping all the time. I'm not paying the rent, gonna get kicked out. I'm not talking to anybody, not family, no friends in the new city. Nobody knows what's going on. This went on for many weeks.
Then I'm completely desperate. I literally can't walk, I'm so exhausted from depression. So I pray. And all I could think of was a cry for help from the bottom of my heart. Help me, please. That's it.
Next day I felt better. Kept asking for help. I was able to get up out of bed.
Next day I found some spare change and went down to the corner store, got some food. Checked my mail on the way back and there was a check for $200. Few days later another one, and another, all together $800! Enough to pay my back rent, get some food, call my friends, and start pulling myself together.
I got a temp job that turned into a permanent one, and a few weeks into it I started talking to a guy at my bus stop. We've been married twenty-five years now and we love each other more every single day. He was indeed an answer to a prayer.
But where did the money come from?
This is absolutely true: I hadn't talked to my first husband for at least 10 years, and he lived 1600 miles away. He wasn't in touch with anybody I knew. But he called my mother and got my address.
Years earlier, when he and I broke up, he got mad at me and had a bonfire with a bunch of my stuff. He had regretted it all those years, and then just decided to send me $800 to pay for it.
So when I needed it most, out of the blue, manna fell from heaven.
When I called to thank him, he said no thanks were necessary, that he was doing it to clean off his own slate.
This is a true story.
And thank God I've never been depressed like that again, that is true hell.
A miracle. And what's yours??
Anothrer thread on haunted places got me thinking - I had a genuine miracle happen to me once, a big one, and little things happen all the time. I bet that's not so rare. I bet lotsa people have miracles, and I'd like to hear your story.
Mine is, many years ago I got dumped by my second husband - first he leaves me for a cute little blond and moves away to a different city. Then he breaks up with her and calls me up - wants to get back together, please leave my life and come to the new city. And I do it! dumb,dumb,dumb But I didn't want to be a "two time loser" right? So I'm trying to keep the marriage together.
I quit my job, leave my house, leave some big volunteer stuff I was doing, go move to be with him. Three months later he's got another little blonde.
Meanwhile, I'm trying to get a job in new city, figure out how to break up with him friendly (dumb), etc. He moves out, and I get so depressed I can't move. I don;t have a job, I don't know anybody. After a while I can hardly get out of bed. I'm like clinically depressed, right, but so far gone I can't even recognize it. And I'm not eating, no food in the house, just sleeping all the time. I'm not paying the rent, gonna get kicked out. I'm not talking to anybody, not family, no friends in the new city. Nobody knows what's going on. This went on for many weeks.
Then I'm completely desperate. I literally can't walk, I'm so exhausted from depression. So I pray. And all I could think of was a cry for help from the bottom of my heart. Help me, please. That's it.
Next day I felt better. Kept asking for help. I was able to get up out of bed.
Next day I found some spare change and went down to the corner store, got some food. Checked my mail on the way back and there was a check for $200. Few days later another one, and another, all together $800! Enough to pay my back rent, get some food, call my friends, and start pulling myself together.
I got a temp job that turned into a permanent one, and a few weeks into it I started talking to a guy at my bus stop. We've been married twenty-five years now and we love each other more every single day. He was indeed an answer to a prayer.
But where did the money come from?
This is absolutely true: I hadn't talked to my first husband for at least 10 years, and he lived 1600 miles away. He wasn't in touch with anybody I knew. But he called my mother and got my address.
Years earlier, when he and I broke up, he got mad at me and had a bonfire with a bunch of my stuff. He had regretted it all those years, and then just decided to send me $800 to pay for it.
So when I needed it most, out of the blue, manna fell from heaven.
When I called to thank him, he said no thanks were necessary, that he was doing it to clean off his own slate.
This is a true story.
And thank God I've never been depressed like that again, that is true hell.
A miracle. And what's yours??
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