Someone is Looking Out For You

This week when I went to the mall (The Beverly Center) I remembered where I parked and to pay at the kiosk before leaving, getting my ticket validated. Good job so far, Mommy.

Then I skipped happily to my car and turned on the engine. It’s a Prius because I’m a semi good person trying to save the world.

My ticket was nowhere to be found. Ugh! I could already see other people walking to their cars and getting in after me, including an older couple- they probably got confused and took my already paid for ticket. Douchey move.

They would get out of the garage parking fine and I would be up crap creek without a ticket.

So I jumped out of my car and began running the length of half a football field, praying I would get lucky and find my ticket on the ground.

As I ran, I eyeballed the older woman getting in the car with her husband. She opened her car door and said “Did you forget your ticket?”

“Yes!”

“I put it on top of the pay booth. Good luck!”

I thanked her and kept running. Someone else could’ve still taken it. As I got to the auto pay booth, I spied it on top where the nice lady had left it for me.

Relieved, I snatched it, clutching it to my breast like a lost child. As I walked back to my car, the older couple drove by me and the lady rolled down her window. I grinned and thanked her again, waving my ticket in the air.

She said “Someone is looking out for you!” and they drove away.

I got into my car and was surprised that I started to cry, happy tears. It was her words, “Someone is looking out for you.”

It made me think of angels. My Dad, who died four years ago. My friend Debbie who died young- suicide. My friend Ramon who died of AIDS. We all have people we have loved and lost.

And I got goosebumps, the good kind, to think that they might be looking after me, after all.

Love,

~ Heidi