I asked Brian, “What do I need to work on in order to ‘attract’ my children to me? I didn’t realize this was a marketing campaign.” Brian replied, “Well, do you really have room in your life right now for a child?”
I thought about that…I owned an ailing spa, and worked an almost full-time high-tech marketing job on the side to pay for said ailing spa. I was busy almost 7 days a week, every week. Where WOULD a child fit into that kind of schedule? “As soon as you decide to trust in your higher Self and make room for your children, your daughter will join you,” Brian told me. “My suggestion is, you prepare your body to be as healthy as it can be in order to receive her.”
That was what motivated me to see Dr. Connie in June of 2009, an account of which I have already given. But what I haven’t recounted is what happened on July 3, 2009: my husband and I were on our way to see our friend Christina, whose home we’d been to many times. So there was no reason we should have turned on the GPS, nor followed the GPS when it sent us on an erroneous right turn down San Tomas Aquino Road. We ended up pulling a semi-illegal U-turn to come back in the opposite direction. Well, thank God we did.
A little context: San Tomas Aquino Road at this intersection has a speed limit of 40 mph, and cars routinely zip by faster than that. Residential homes and apartment complexes line each side of San Tomas Aquino, with lawns sloping gently down towards the busy street. On our way back towards Christina’s house, we saw a baby in a yellow top and diapers walking down the lawn by herself towards the street. She disappeared behind a large plumbing van that was parked in front of her driveway. We saw no adults around and began to panic.
We decided to slow way, way down to 5 mph in case she charged into the road right in front of us (what a nightmare it would be to run over a young child). When we passed the plumbing van, we looked to our right and saw the baby standing in a pool of rainwater at the very end of the driveway, staring at us curiously. I’ll never forget that she wore a yellow gingham dress top that featured a duck carrying an umbrella on her pocket, with no bottoms on, so her diapers were hanging out. She couldn’t have been more than 18 months old. More importantly, she was about 6 feet from the open road with no parent in sight.
“We can’t just leave,” I told my hubby. He agreed and said, “No, we can’t. Why don’t you get out and see if you can help her?” I got out of the car and began to approach her slowly.
Once again, I’m almost at 500 words. Stay tuned for Part 3.