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Call me crazy, but I think you got it right in that last sentence, Robyn. I've had similar encounters during various times in my life. The first time it happened I was freaked out and SURE someone had been stalking me! It has happened at other times and I've just come to accept the fact that there may very well be angels walking this earth who come to us and know us. After the first time, I always came away with a feeling of peace......
This is the feeling I left with. peace. A feeling of peace, and tranquility. I picked back up the whistle, and hum and then song.
I never had that feeling of him having stalked me. I just had the feeling of him knowing me, and him supposed to know me.
your song is beautiful he said to me. Those were the first words. You sounded like a twelve year old whistling, you sounded so young.
You are a strong woman, you have strength in the Lord.
All things he said to me were all things I knew. They were all things he knew.
I got the kids cards and some really snuggly stuffed animals. Got A a gorrilla and L a puppy...
Yay! I bought ib a card, but the kids never signed it, L finally signed it for all of us, even for me ,, blah, and wants to send it today, told her yesterday it would be too late, and that we just wouldn't send it... she went on a little bit about me not wanting to particpate in holidays w daddy, etc...
I think L's little attitude is normal puberty rather than the divorce, Robyn. As a matter of fact, I think the divorce gives her an excuse to complain about something and act like a bratty, know it all, angst ridden adolescent- which is precisely what she should be doing.
Your story about the man yesterday is neat- and I do believe he was your angel.
I think L's little attitude is normal puberty rather than the divorce, Robyn. As a matter of fact, I think the divorce gives her an excuse to complain about something and act like a bratty, know it all, angst ridden adolescent- which is precisely what she should be doing.
Your story about the man yesterday is neat- and I do believe he was your angel.
Happy Valentines Day everyone!
Yes, and she is at it again this morning, until she saw the cute little pink dog I got her...
Oh Mommy! She is so pretty! Since she is pink, her name will be..... Kimberly.
I say hello, Kimberly, nice to meet you!
She starts laughing, Mommy.. she is not real!
Yes, puberty and her tweenage drama queen plays into alot alot alot of this... alot!! I agree!!!
I believe he was my angel too... I wonder if I will ever see him again, or if he was brought to me for just that one time...
I thought about him last night as I was typing about him. Have I ever seen him before.... He had a familiar face, but not in the way that I know him from somewhere. His face was just familiar to me, I have never seen him before, but his eyes, his eyes I have seen.
His blue eyes were very familiar to me, and this is why I looked into them the whole time we talked. Those eyes...
She is sitting here on my lap and draped across my left arm, as I type. All snuggled up in my robe. She does this every day.
Comes down the stairs with me when I wake up... meows at me when my alarm goes off, forme to get up.... Meow..
When I make my coffee, she eats her breakfast, then when I come in here, she has to get on my lap, and if I sing or whistle, she gets near my face, taking in the song...
This is an everyday occurance.... the song, the music, my Valentine Mollie... She was not like this before I moved.....
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