'Bear' in the road

we were on our way to a retreat, M.E. and i. the pick up truck in front of us was carrying a puppy in its bed, attached as it were to something in the bed by a leash. that leash was not strong enough to hold his curiosity and he managed to jump out of the bed. where he dangled for a few minutes, hitting the side of the truck, back and forth, until the leash gave way and the puppy landed in the middle lane of hwy 287. where he lay, helpless to move, to avoid the oncoming traffic.
his human family did not notice the incident. M.E. and i did - she pulled over and covered her eyes when she saw what was about to happen as he went over the bed wall. that's when i looked (though she told me not to) and saw him land.
we decided to do a brief ceremony over the poor, dead pup. so she pulled to the shoulder close to where he lay and we got out wondering how to get him from the highway to the shoulder where we planned to pray and make note of his transition. we got out of the car and stood for a minute, each of us not wanting to do what we each knew we were being called to do.
then the puppy raised his head and looked at us! such a hopeful look too. he was alive and he knew that we were going to help.
i follow what spirit tells me to do - that is the only explanation i have for this next part.
i stepped out into the lane closest to the shoulder and held up my hands saying calmly (in a voice that was not at all loud), "you all need to stop now please." i know the expression on my face must have conveyed what i was feeling - that it was urgent.
and if i did not so strongly believe in the power of intention and that God is surrounding me always with protection and love, i would never have done this.
and all the cars stopped. a young man got out. by then i was fully in the right lane and pointed to the animal telling the man we wanted to get him out of harm's way. he picked him up and gently brought him to the shoulder of the hwy, laying him down away from the traffic. then he left.
and the next 2 'angels' arrived; one came to help comfort him and the other called the nearest vet to tell them that we had no money but we had rescued this little guy and the vet said bring him in a.s.a.p.
we patted him and checked out his injuries which appeared pretty severe - head and leg mainly. he, himself, remained calm as did everyone who came up to assist. then his 'family' drove up - they had gone several miles before realizing the dog was gone. and the young man was very distraught. turns out they had just gotten him the day before and he was actually the man's wife's pup.
as he checked him out and the others got a blanket for him, we told him that the vet was expecting him. when the fellow called his name M.E. and i looked at each other and i said 'what did you call him?' Bear. the puppy's name was Bear.
for those who don't know, my 'medicine' name and the name i use in many situations is Bear. yeah. Serendipity...might be a good name too. 2 bears found each other in such a potentially tragic incident.
the little Bear and his folks headed off to the vet's and we -slowly and a bit dazed - got back into the car. for a bit we just sat. since we had no way to follow up, we do not know how Bear is doing. and, as there are so many potentialities, i am choosing the one in which he survives and lives a long, happy life. and he rides in the CAB of the truck now.
when i look back and see the event and watch myself stepping out into traffic like that, i have many emotions - one thought is 'are you crazy'? i also get a really pleasant, warm feeling in my heart.
we went on to have a wonderful retreat and i know i saw it through different eyes. the theme was "Compassion". of course.

Andy's story

while i worked at the little pre-school i was privileged to witness and be a part of soooo many miracles (i can not think of another word to describe them)...i know some folks call synchronicity, 'coincidence'. i do not believe in coincidence. and that's ok that we may not agree; i just want to share my amazing life with you.

i met Andy when his mom brought him to us for a 'trial' day at school. the 4 year old had already been dismissed, kicked out, refused admission to several facilities and mom was very much at the end of her resources and nerves. when i first saw him he was running awkwardly towards the playground where my class was playing. and my first thought was 'oh it's Michael'.

now my boss had told me earlier that ANDY would be trying out my class. and of course when she told me he had been shuffled around so my heart opened to him. mom thanked us and said she fully understood if we had to call her to come get him. i touched her arm and said 'he'll be ok - don't worry'. her face changed just a tad and a few of lines smoothed out.

Andy had been diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome - a sort of cousin to Autism but with it's own little quirks too. he was loud and boisterous and definitely a challenge to keep up with...but children (especially those whose boundaries and filters are 'different') pick up on truth so quickly and they really do know when they are safe.

Andy had to be reminded frequently of the rules and it was obvious that he was trying his hardest to follow them.

I was the one with the odd problem as i kept calling him Michael. he would just look at me and smile when i apologized. i asked the boss if she knew his middle name or any details and she had nothing other than emergency info - i think she did not really expect him to stay. we had worked together for a long time so i don't know why she would doubt that i would accept him into the fold.

anyway when mom arrived to pick him up he was reluctant to leave - he had had a great day (i was exhausted). mom was surprised when we told her that he was welcome at our school...literally close to tears.

and i just had to know - i told her i had been calling him Michael all day and before i could ask she said ' that's his middle name'. that made our connection that much more meaningful...like we had known each other a long time.

after Andy had been with us a few weeks he and i were coming up with ideas to help him calm himself when he got upset. i took him through a guided meditation using my hands to glide along his energy field and suggesting he see the color blue wrapping round him and loving him and he said, "Ms Linda, do you mean God?" of course i cried and he hugged me.

one day we were getting down for nap on the mats and Andy, moving too fast again, bashed his forehead against the door facing, hard. i immediately put one hand behind his head and the other right on the bruise that was already appearing. and Andy was very still, absorbing the light. then he said 'i think it's gone now'. i removed my hand and there was no hint of injury.

it was so hard to leave these little folks when i was recruited for another agency. Andy was particularly difficult. his mama told me that last day that in Andy's whole life there were 3 people who gave him unconditional love: herself, his granny, and me. i was speechless.

what do you do when angels come into your life? you treat them just like you do everyone else. and sometimes you recognize them right away, other times they slip in and out so quickly you miss it. i guess the best thing is to keep all your senses open and ready ... and be aware of the unconditional love that Spirit has for you.