Always Perfect TimingI've gotten myself into a mess. A big mess. I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to get out of it....but, I'll figure something out I'm sure of that.
I can't rely on anyone else to help me, It's up to me.
The other day, I was tossing solutions around, trying to figure out the best one, the one that makes me feel like I have it under control again.
Some of the solutions I was thinking about, made me feel like just crying.
I know what I have to do to keep me out of this mess once I get the immediate mess straightened up, but, in the mean time, I have to figure out how to do this.
The other evening, I met someone, well 2 someones that said all the perfect things.
One, before introducing himself walked up to me and said, "Stop. Stop all the worrying, you are a beautiful, kind hearted person, and your worrying is making you loose track of your answers. I'm just being real and saying whats in my heart."
And I just looked at him. I was astonished that a perfect stranger would walk up to another perfect stranger and say all that.
But things are always like that with me. Always when I get down and feel there is no way out, Something comes along and pulls me back up, maybe its a person that grabs my hand and pulls me out, maybe its a song that has all the perfect lyrics.....A scenery, a road sign that I've looked at a hundred times but never really read until that moment and it will just pop, giving me strength to go on and not give up.
That night, with that stranger, I don't even know his real name...he gave me a nickname I could call him. He said so much to me and to someone else that we met together ( a young guy, that had just graduated high school) He said so much that just hit me.
And then he tells me before we went our separate ways that I touched his heart with my words, that I made him feel like someone important. Of course I disclosed my thoughts before he started talking to me.
I know he wasn't just using lines.
Then his friends came onto the scene...and I was completely out of place......He told them to give us a little more privacy....asked for my phone number, I don't know what possessed me, I wrote down the wrong one........Now, I've lost my phone. Is that coincidence? I don't believe so.