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Touched by the presence of an Angel?
A few years ago I was doing Property Searches around the North of England. It was a lonely job where I often drove 250 miles a day to a destination for less than a 1 hour appointment.
One day I was particularly down hearted about things. I hated my job, I had been diagnosed with a serious health problem, I missed family life in Spain, I had no-one to love or support me and I needed a big hug. The combination of problems, confusion and fear had escalated out of control to where I could not stop crying.
I parked up in York and sat sobbing my soul out in the driver’s seat - how long for, I don’t know. What I do remember is asking in my heart for help, knowing I was in too much of a state to drive myself home, complete the task at hand or pull myself together.
Then, I was disturbed by a tapping on my car window. A gentleman around my age, dressed in a suit was signalling for me to wind the window down. Introducing himself, he asked if I was OK. I don’t know what I said or if it made any sense but I do recall walking across the road from the Car Park with him into a Cafeteria inside a Theatre.
Tea and cake was ordered. Questions were asked and I poured my heart out. What had happened since my arrival back in England…the cruel let down in love, homelessness, unemployment, financially broke and worse still the dreaded C word.
He listened, nodded, gestured…more? I can’t remember. Advice given? None. Physical Contact? …none. Eye contact? …lots. Understanding? …lots. Goodness knows how many hours I sat there with him, letting it all flow out. How many cups of tea we had, I will never recount…but as I talked, clarity came along with an inner calmness. His presence simply re-energised me and lifted by worries onto a higher frequency to be dealt with and off my shoulders for the time being.
As a natural conclusion, the “happening” ended and I went off to the loo. On returning, he was gone. I approached the pay area to settle the bill. It had been done. So I asked the waitress if the gentleman I had been sat with had left the building or gone to the toilet. She looked me in the eyes, smiled, touched my arm with a squeeze and told me I had been sat by myself all afternoon - albeit 2 cups of tea and fairy cake.