Tarot for the 21st Century!
It was getting near the end Sara’s shift at the laundromat. Since it was a rainy day, she had the additional task of mopping up the wet footprints left behind as customers entered and left the building. As the washers swished and the dryers hummed, Sara made her way up and down the aisle of buzzing machines. Sara glanced at the large clock that hung prominently over the entrance; it was 4:41 pm. She needed to hurry since she still had 4 more drop off loads to fold before she could sign out for the day.
Sara continued mopping, stopping briefly here and there to move laundry carts out of her way. She quickened her pace and in her haste, felt her right heel slip on the wet tile causing her to lose her footing. It all seemed to be happening in slow-motion. Mop still in hand, as her body tilted backward and her left leg began to buckle, she thought, “Oh no! Angels help me!”
Just at that moment, Sara felt strong hands on her lower and middle back firmly push her upright. Immediately regaining her balance, she stood there, mop still in hand. Bewildered and heart still racing from the scare, she turned to see who had rushed in behind to help her. There was noone there.
Sara noticed a woman who was facing her way and looking at her in disbelief. Sara asked her, “Did you see who it was that just kept me from falling?” The woman, still looking quite stunned herself replied, “Noone. I thought for sure you were going to hit that floor hard. Then all of sudden, there you were standing straight up!”
Sara shook her head in amazement and just whispered, “Wow.” Just at that moment, she glanced back up at the large clock over the entrance; it was 4:44 pm. She always took note when the number 444 showed up, as her grandmother had taught her that this number meant that the angels are with you, supporting you. Just then, Sara felt a warm sensation on her shoulders and she smiled thinking to herself, “Thank you angels.”
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~ Maria Maas