The other day, I received a call
from Toni, an old client for whom I did a phone consultation several years ago. She called to schedule a last minute In Person session, before my departure from Chicago.
“I didn’t have the money to call you for a session. I didn’t even have enough change to take the bus to see you Saturday night at Transitions Bookstore!” she said, sounding excited and out of breath.
“Your postcard came a couple of months ago. Since then, every day I've taken it out from my pile of mail—next to my television on the dresser. I'd look at it and ask God to show me if there was a way to be able to afford to see you."
"Then I received my miracle!” she exclaimed. “Out of the blue, I received a big check from a court settlement that had been pending for several years. That’s when I called to leave you a message, to make appointment with you.” “But wait,” she said, almost as if interrupting her own story. “That’s not the best part!”
She continued, “The next day, I was in the laundry room when I heard the phone ring. Unable to get to the phone in time, I could hear that someone was leaving a message. I couldn’t identify the caller. When I left the laundry room, I asked my five-year-old son, David, if he knew who was calling.
“It was the lady,” answered David.
“What lady?” asked Toni.
“The lady in the picture!” replied David.
“What picture?” his mother asked.
“The picture on the card!” he answered.
David took Toni into his mother’s bedroom and motioned towards the stack of mail that was lying on her dresser, next to the television. “In there,” he pointed. Toni sorted through the pile and pulled out my picture postcard from the bottom of the stack.
“This lady?” Toni asked, showing him my picture on the card.
“YEAH!” exclaimed David, "She’s the one!”
“How did you know that, David?” Toni asked.
David pointed to his third eye, in the middle of his forehead.
“I was thinking,” he said, smiling.