I read through this thread and thought I would share my story. I don't think my story is as much Karma as it is spiritual. It is 100% true and brings tears to my eyes looking back on it. I hope you enjoy it.
Many of you probably don’t know this but, I recently moved from Indianapolis to the LA area. It has always been my dream to live in SoCal. I have lived in the Northeast, the South, the Southwest, and a short time in England. But, I have lived in Indianapolis since 1974. So it feels like home to me. I have two daughters and a granddaughter that live there. I love them more than words could ever convey.
I was in a position at work where they had been wanting me to relocate to the Northeast in CT or NY due to that being an area where I was spending most of my time. My boss would bring it up on a regular basis and I knew at some point there would be a showdown about it. Well just prior to this showdown, I met the President of a company that we had purchased based on the west coast. Our conversations were of the type that both of us knew that we would do well working together and one thing lead to another and before you knew it, we were in negotiations. I accepted the position and on November 13th, landed at LAX to start the new job. I was leaving behind 2 daughters, one grown with a child 6, and the other only being 5. Keep in mind, I spent a lot of time with my children and grandchild. Part of the deal was that I would fly back and forth a couple of times a month for the first few months. Thanksgiving came and went and Christmas was fast approaching. I had arranged for a neighbor to keep watch out for packages on my front doorstep and hold them for me at her house. Gifts were purchased online for the most part and being shipped directly to my house in Indianapolis. Actually, one of the smaller suburbs that will remain nameless.
With Christmas rapidly approaching and being in a new position, life was pretty hectic. Some things happened at work causing me to reschedule my flight back to Indy and I wasn’t going to arrive until late on Christmas Eve. I didn’t get my kids until Christmas day in the afternoon so that was no big deal. I would spend the morning wrapping any presents that needed it. I had selected the giftwrap option on any purchases that offered it, thank goodness. I would be flying back to LA two days after Christmas so the holiday was going to be rather short. That holiday has always been the most special day of the year to me as I am a Christian. And there is nothing like the look on a Childs face as they see all of the presents. Just makes you feel all warm inside.
My oldest daughter picked me up at the Indianapolis airport at 11:00pm and drove me home. She didn’t stay as she was tired and wanted to get to bed as the morning would be hectic at her house and she had to be at mine by 1:00pm Christmas day. So I went in and saw the voicemail light flashing on the phone. With most people having my cell phone, I always forget to check the home phone number when I am away. First message was from the US Postal service telling me that there were two packages there needing my signature for delivery! Oh crap! There were four more messages from the US Postal service with the last one telling me that they were sure these 10 packages were full of Christmas presents and I should get in as soon as possible to pick them up. My heart sank! I had carried a couple of presents home for each of them but that was it! What was I going to do? The Post Office is closed on Christmas day and here it was approaching midnight! All I wanted was for my children and grandchild to have a happy Christmas and now there would only be a couple of presents? I was at the lowest point I can remember.
That night, sleep was on and off and at 7:00am, I was in the shower getting ready for the biggest day in a child’s life. The depression from the night before was even worse this morning. After I was dressed and getting another cup of coffee, I decided to pray. To pray that my children had a wonderful Christmas even though there wouldn’t be many presents. I prayed that they would be happy despite the lack of gifts to open. All I wanted was for their happiness and I prayed through tear filled eyes that this would happen. But, in my mind, I knew this was futile while in my heart, there was hope.
About 30 minutes after this teary prayer session, my telephone rang. Figuring it was a family member form somewhere calling to wish me Merry Christmas, I composed myself and delivered what I thought was a cheery “Hello and Merry Christmas!†The voice on the other end identified herself as a supervisor at my local Post Office who had stopped to check on the building and noticed that my packages were still there. I asked her “You are who?†She repeated what she said and asked if I would like the packages today! “Of course I would, how long will you be there? I can come right over!†I replied. She said “Oh no, your house is on my way home and to save time, I would rather bring them to you.†She arrived at my door less then 30 minutes later only to find a grown man with tears of joy pouring down his face, looking upon her as if she was an Angel descended upon earth from Heaven above! 10 large boxes full of presents for my children and granddaughter were unloaded, hugs were exchanged and I sat and thanked God for answering my prayer.
My 3 girls had a wonderful Christmas as it was full of joy and laughter as did I. The air was filed with happiness that afternoon.
The Christmas of 2006 will never be forgotten nor will the miracle that occurred on that blessed day.
Sorry for such a long post.
