I've had two moments in my life where I felt something otherworldly had happened to me. The first was after my Dad died in 11/2001. My Mom, my brother, and his wife came out to Oregon for XMas. We spent a few days at Cannon Beach, and it was unseasonably warm, so my bro and I played catch with a football while we were all walking the beach. At some point, I noticed that my wedding band was missing, and we were literally a mile away from where we had all started our walk. We all fanned out looking for the ring, but the beach shore was easily at least 100 yards of sand to water at any spot. After 20 minutes of combing the beach, we realized it was futile, and we all started closing ranks. I was incredibly upset, because my simple wedding band was just like my dad's. Just a basic and cheap gold band, but with a lot of meaning. Anyhow, we all kind of accepted a moment of extra grief, and then my bro and I looked down and saw the ring in the middle of our circle. It literally made us all cry. I can't explain the feeling I had when it was there, but I still get chills even writing about it.
Problem is, I don't know how or why that happened, but I do know we all shared a moment of something that made us all feel ... lucky, I guess? Extraordinary, maybe? So, I'll never forget that, obviously, and my crappy ring is going to be on my finger until I die, but I always wonder if that was my sign, and I just lack a gene that gives me faith.
The other experience is too deep to explain in this forum, so I won't mention it.
Mags, thoughts on this? I'm curious to know what you think about that true story.