Angels Are Watching Over Us

Those who have heard me lecture before know that I jokingly refer to the ‘very convincing nature of illusion' as it often presents itself to us. Last month in this column, I talked about the commitment of believing and how we can move through illusion, and by holding fast to our desired vision, see the results manifest in our lives. Russ and I had a perfect example of this experience recently which I'd like to share with you here.

In the process of simplifying our lives and downsizing a bit, we sold our home, got rid of some stuff, and took our antique car to auction in Charlotte, NC at Loew's Motor Speedway. Russ had lovingly cared for the car - a 1950 Ford Convertible - similar to the one he owned when he was just 19. After an extensive and expensive restoration that took a couple of years, it was clearly time to find it a new home, even though we would never recoup our full investment.

Drama ensued almost immediately upon our arrival, and the clear choice was to take the high road, no pun intended. The first day of the auction, bidders were scarce, and there were many beautiful cars that did not meet their reserves. This was day two of the event, and our Ford would go on the block the next afternoon. I suggested to Russ that we stay focused on our intent -the right buyer, at the right price, at the right time - and the car would be sold. Regardless of the picture that was being presented to us, we could choose to stay firmly committed in our desire. Even thought the economy was tanking, financial markets were suffering, and there was a lot of competition.

The next day we arrived at the Speedway, and looking up, saw an Angel in the clouds looming large over the track. Russ and I both saw it, and we knew we were being watched over, cared for, and that we would be receiving what we wished for. How many of the thousands of people who came that morning looked to the sky and saw the sign?

I had tuned in, and saw a picture of the person who would be bidding on the car, telling Russ he wore a yellow shirt and had a panama hat. When our Ford pulled up on stage, our hearts were pounding. The auctioneer started the bidding, callers were shouting, the dollar figure kept rising, climbing slowly toward our goal. The man bidding on the car wore a yellow shirt, though he had taken his hat off.

In the end, the person who bought our car owns the two Ford dealerships in Blacksburg, Virginia, home of Virginia Tech.....the car is maroon, their Football team's colors....and he plans to drive it to every home game. Perfect person, perfect home. And I can tell you, perfect outcome.

Indeed, Angels are always watching over us if we'll only look to see that they are there.