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More About Whispers 6/8/2011 2:28:52 AM
A whisper can be a message, a precognitive event, an intuition, or even an idea for a poem or story. Some are about little things -- things you don't know you know, you just know. For instance, you're thinking about someone you miss and the phone suddenly rings and it's them. Or, you pick up your phone, punch in a number, only to have that person already be on the line because they were calling you. I thought so. Things like that happen more often than we think -- but the whispers we remember most vividly are the ones that saved a life.
I have a friend, Jane, that I credit for saving my middle daughter's life, when she was two years old. First, let me tell you a little about Jane. She's intelligent, witty, the mother of four, her feet firmly planted on the ground and, by her own admission, totally unaccustomed to whispers of ANY kind.
Thirty years ago, Jane and I were neighbors in Illinois. Our children often played together and Jane and I had become friends. On the day this happened, my youngest was an infant and having her afternoon nap. My four-year-old was coloring in the living room. I was on the couch reading, and I had just checked on my two-year-old, Beth, who was sitting on her bedroom floor playing with Legos blocks.
The phone rang and it was Jane. She said, "This is totally unlike me, but I have this really bad feeling about Beth. Where is she?" I told Jane she was playing in her room. Jane said only, "Go get her --right now." I started to ask why, but Jane was so insistent that I went into Beth's room, picked her up, and then went back to the living room to the phone. I told her Beth was in my lap and she was fine.
Just as I asked her to tell me more about this feeling, I heard a loud crash. I put Beth down on the couch and ran back down the hallway. The sound had come from Beth's room. I was shocked. The ceiling light fixture, a large white glass globe, had shattered on the floor where Beth had been sitting. The shards of glass had sent the Lego pieces flying in all directions.
Stunned and with nerves shattered, I went back to the phone to thank Jane. She had saved Beth's life by trusting her "bad feeling" -- and by making the phone call to see it through.
Beth and her husband now have four wonderful children of their own -- I will always be indebted to Jane for the amazing gift she gave me ...
