I have
previously written about this particular topic, but I think as interesting,
poignant and eerie as the subject is, it bears repeating.
Over the
past three plus years I have peddled a grand total of 10,300 miles; sometimes
peddling 20 miles a day, most often 10. Several months ago I brought my bike to
a halt at a stop sign at the end of a two lane street which intersects a four
lane highway.
As I applied
my handbrakes, and looked to my right, I saw a young man walking down the
sidewalk; perhaps 30-40 feet distant. Now that isn’t necessarily a “big deal,”
except my handy little timepiece had just chimed 4am, and it is rare that I
ever see anyone along my bike route at this time of the night; well, morning.
I
immediately looked to my left for oncoming traffic; as I was preparing to cross
the major highway. Then, not two seconds later, I once again looked to my
right.
Only to
discover, the young man was
… no longer
to be seen.
Now, the
mere fact that I could no longer see him might have been rather innocuous,
except the young man’s pathway was bordered by a 7-8 foot wall; a structure
which separates a gated community from the public at large. I realized that in
the course of those brief moments he would not have had time to climb the wall.
And the street lights gave ample evidence that neither was he in the process of
crossing the highway.
Now, if by
chance you suspect I am the sort to see an angel behind every bush, you would
be sadly mistaken. For in the 2/3 of a century that I have inhabited planet
Earth,
… this was
my first.
Of course, I
pondered the meaning of this strange and momentary visitation, and I was, and
still am convinced that “he” came to me, at least in part, to offer a bit of
consolation for a significant loss I recently experienced.
However…
Recently, I
was peddling the same stretch of sidewalk upon which I sighted the angelic
figure, and as I neared the intersection of the smaller and larger streets, I
noticed two small, white crosses planted in the ground next to that familiar
stop sign.
In the past
few days, someone had
… met their
maker here!
Evidently,
the result of a vehicular accident.
And it
occurred to me that this heavenly visitor, the young “man” with whom I had
momentarily crossed paths that night might have possessed motives greater than
me, and may have simply been
… making a
dry run!
By William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from "(Mc)Donald's Daily Diary" Vol. 20. Copyright pending
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