Here is the third in a series of posts I promised you, reflecting on my own journey from Maundy Thursday evening to Easter morning. This is a continuation of what happened to me Good Friday morning—a positive resolution to yesterday’s post.
Since “Sheryl” did not want to meet with me, and since I had an hour and a half before my next appointment, I sought out someone else to meet with. I ended up with another visitor to this BNI chapter, named Phil (no quotes). We headed to the Me & Ollie’s next door and proceeded to get to know each other better, as we had only spoken in passing before.
Now, as regular readers to my blog can attest, I am rather spiritually inclined (is that an understatement?), and I enjoy it when I detect a kindred spirit. Well, Phil is one such kindred spirit. He spoke about events in his life that could have been coincidences, except that neither of us believes that there are any accidents in this world.
Then, before I knew it, he reached into his pocket and produced a small token. He explained that it was a Miraculous Medal, and he told me the story of the Blessed Virgin Mary’s apparitions in France in 1830. He carries on his deceased wife’s tradition of passing out these Medals whenever moved to do so. Many of the people he has given them to have come back to him with their own miraculous stories.
Now, I am not Roman Catholic, nor am I particularly superstitious, nonetheless I was deeply moved by Phil’s gesture. For several weeks I had felt that something special was going to happen to me on Good Friday. Between Lent winding down and springtime ramping up, I could not feel that better times were at hand. Always attuned to the spiritual, I decided to keep the Medal on me. When I got home I found a chain I could put it on, and I now wear it around my neck. My Roman Catholic friend Nick will have a field day with me, I am sure, as he is always trying to get me to see the errors of my Protestant ways … tongue in cheek, of course.
Anyway, back to the story. It turns out that Phil is a network marketing junkie like me, so we had much to talk about among our various enterprises. Before I knew it, it was 11:00 and time for my next appointment. Phil said good-bye and I settled in with the newspaper waiting for Margo (again, no quotes) to arrive.
I only got through the first page when Margo arrived, and we had another amazing 1-to-1 meeting. She and I connected on a project that she is working on, unrelated to her main business which I already knew about. So again, we had much to talk about and time flew.
Two great connections, two very positive meetings. Thank you, “Sheryl,” for blowing me off, allowing these other two encounters to take place. Maybe Our Lady was already watching over me, even before Phil gave me her Miraculous Medal.
