[About this story: I met an old acquaintance randomly, but later when I thought about it, I realised that the meeting was anything but chance. A two-minute read.]
Recognition was instantaneous and mutual. He was several years older, but as scruffy as ever. I was a little larger and a lot greyer. We hugged warmly in the hospital corridor.
I was an hour from home, and he had travelled half way across the country. I was leaving the hospital after visiting a friend, and he was supporting his father through surgery. He'd just returned from smoking in the car-park. A strange coincidence I thought at the time, meeting like that, especially as I had not intended being at the hospital today.
He asked me about my family and we chatted comfortably. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. He has beautiful eyes that generally speak of happiness, whilst masking pain. I've glimpsed just a fraction of the pain that dwells in his heart.
"I've always had a soft spot in my heart for you," I told him, with genuine fondness. He smiled that lovely smile, and I kissed his prickly cheek. He hugged me tightly, and then he was gone. The odour of cigarette smoke lingered. My cheek itched from the roughness of his seven-day stubble.
Alone later, I contemplated the meeting, realising that 'chance' played no part in the incident. It was much more than that. It was synchronicity at work; the Universe working magic, bringing the right people together at the right time.
The purpose of today's unlikely meeting is obvious to me; the Universe assigned me to be his Earth angel for those few moments, to lift him up and shine a light on his path so that he might find his way. This unscripted assignment was cultivated by Universal light energy to provide much needed guidance for a floundering soul, and although I wasn't aware of my role in his life at the time, I fulfilled my part by simply allowing my soul to direct me. By being myself.
I pictured the scene behind the waiting-room doors: his mother perfectly groomed as always, beautiful, but impatient with her adopted son's nature. He didn't fit the family mould like his biological brother. She would show her disapproval of his untimely laughter, his unkempt appearance, his stumbling for the right words. As always, he would feel inadequate and adopted.
His tears were probably his personal pain spilling over, rather than distress over his father's health crisis.
Unintentionally, I validated his worth with my words of praise, my expression of equality and encouragement. There are no coincidences. The Universe placed me on his path today because I was the right person for the task.
We probably won't cross paths again.
Alone later, I contemplated the meeting, realising that 'chance' played no part in the incident. It was much more than that. It was synchronicity at work; the Universe working magic, bringing the right people together at the right time.
The purpose of today's unlikely meeting is obvious to me; the Universe assigned me to be his Earth angel for those few moments, to lift him up and shine a light on his path so that he might find his way. This unscripted assignment was cultivated by Universal light energy to provide much needed guidance for a floundering soul, and although I wasn't aware of my role in his life at the time, I fulfilled my part by simply allowing my soul to direct me. By being myself.
I pictured the scene behind the waiting-room doors: his mother perfectly groomed as always, beautiful, but impatient with her adopted son's nature. He didn't fit the family mould like his biological brother. She would show her disapproval of his untimely laughter, his unkempt appearance, his stumbling for the right words. As always, he would feel inadequate and adopted.
His tears were probably his personal pain spilling over, rather than distress over his father's health crisis.
Unintentionally, I validated his worth with my words of praise, my expression of equality and encouragement. There are no coincidences. The Universe placed me on his path today because I was the right person for the task.
We probably won't cross paths again.
There are no coincidences . . .
We are always in the right place at the right time.
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