My childhood home street address. |
I take this daily posting pledge seriously, and as I do, my writing becomes more real, more valued, and more precious to me. Tonight as I left my workplace in Queens, I asked the angels for a sign. I told them I was feeling weary and wondering if I was indeed on my path and to please leave me a sign if I was.The penny found on 36th Avenue would have been enough, but as I stood at the 34th Street Station, waiting for the F train, I knew I was being shown love and indeed on my correct path as the cars whizzed by and I read the numbers and one car away was 9804, the street number of where my parents, brothers, sister and I lived in El Paso. I sprinted to it, climbed on, sat down, and smiled. This was the second time I had seen this car number in only days, whereas I had been looking for such a combination of numbers for years.
Tonight I realize my parents are gone, but they co-generate with the angels telling me they are near, and it is enough to get me home, rested, and ready for the next day of my life. I have a lot of writing to do.
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