Five years ago I decided to move closer to my elderly mother, so I could be of help to her. This 300 mile relocation involved selling the condo I had, buying a new one, packing, finding a new job, and all the other nuisances that happen when you move. Even though I knew it was the right thing to do, I hesitated for almost three years because I felt I wasn’t ready. When I decided to go through with it, it happened like a charm. One condo sold, the other purchased, notice given at work, moved, and three weeks after that I had a new job. It was as if someone opened all the right doors for me.(*)
Many other times in my life I’ve felt as if I have a Guardian Angel, possibly my father, who watches over me. So if that’s you, Dad, helping someOne up there, thank you. I love you, too.
* In this current housing and employment fiasco I may not have been so lucky, which makes me believe even more that this was pre-planned for me.