The man in the striped jacket

I do not believe in coincidence. Whether it is God's plan, karma, chance...whatever you want to call it, I have come to realize that everything in life happens for a reason… no matter what. One of my favorite mantras to think/meditate on is "I am HERE. BEING NOW. I am right where I NEED to be."

That mantra helps me remain present and stay in tune with myself. Regardless of my emotions [content, happy, anxious, stressed] I remind myself of those words throughout my day, knowing that regardless of what is happening, I am supposed to be there, experiencing that moment.

An interesting thing happened to me on Friday afternoon. It is difficult for me to explain it in words, but here it goes:

I go home almost every day on my break from work, to let Dack and Dexter out. Most days (weather permitting) I take them on a quick walk around the block.

Despite the fact that I was in somewhat of a "blah" mood on Friday, I spent the walk pondering life, my career and my future goals… a sunny afternoon can bring out beautifully clear thoughts and realizations.

The dogs trotted along next to me, as I was deep in thought. We were almost back to our street, when I saw an older man on a bicycle headed in our direction. Typically, when we cross paths with someone on the sidewalk, I veer off to the grass to avoid the dogs getting in the way of a person passing…

Following our routine, I moved onto the grass with the dogs, just continuing on our way. I waved at the man and said hello, expecting the man to continue with his bike ride.

He stopped. He said hello, and indicated that he wanted to chat. Thrown off, I stopped and asked him how his day was going.

The man was an older [I am guessing] Italian man with extremely broken English. He was wearing jeans, a button up shirt and a striped sport coat - not your typical riding outfit.

He asked me my name, and if I was married- another question that threw me off! I proceeded to tell him my name, and that I was not married, but did have a serious boyfriend… He smiled a big smile, and said:

"God Bless You, God Bless Your Boyfriend and God Bless Your Dogs".

Not sure what to say besides…"thank you" and "God Bless you as well" we continued to make small talk as Dack and Dexter patiently laid at my feet.

Out of nowhere, he asked me if I was familiar with the "Seven Miracles". Not sure exactly what he was implying, I nodded my head anyway. He asked if he could give me a hug. I hesitated, but said sure (I mean, why not?! I like hugs). As he pulled away from me, he looked me in the eyes and told me that he believed that I was a miracle.

Whoa… me? A Miracle? I think he noticed the confused look on my face, because he asked me if I understood what he was telling me. I said "You think I am a miracle?" He said yes, smiled, and gave me another big hug and another blessing. He told me to have a great day, and he rode away…

Immediately after I got home, I called my mom to tell her about it, and she made a valid point: he may have been my guardian angel for Friday. She was originally planning on going over to my house to let the dogs out that afternoon (she helps me out on occasion). However, plans changed and I ended up going home myself.

Something about that encounter had me feeling blissful. While some people may find the whole situation strange, I saw it as a message. Having faith, and believing that all things happen for a reason, leads me to believe that the man in the striped jacket and I were supposed to cross paths on Friday. I was in need of a "pick me up" and he delivered exactly that.

If I would not have gone home, I would not have met him. There are no coincidence. I was at the right place at the right time, to hear a message that was meant for me to hear.

Everything Happens for a Reason
Everything Happens for a Reason

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