Post #8 – A True Story

Now I know I am not done page three, and the rest of my time travel journal, (The Time Travellor’s Diaries.) but I decided today I should post a story. A True Story. One of my own, that I should have written a long time ago. Now I know that it isn’t very long, but the meanings behind it run so deep, I just had to share it. and expand on it, and edit, and share it. And I hope you have similar experiences, and please feel free to share them all on this story. Connect them with a comment, or a link, or even just email me directly. (My Address is on post #1- Hello World)

Ok, so here goes:

My story is of a miracle. It is a true story, and it is too deep to be just a coincidence. Although it happened close to four years ago from now, the time I am posting this, I know the story and everything behind it is true.

So there I was, done my shift at Wendy’s for the night. Now Wendy’s closed at Ten on Sundays, but we didn’t get out of there for another couple of hours after cleaning up and everything else. Now I can trace this back to sometime between April and May, cuz I know that I had stopped doing my paper route and Started Wendy’s around that time. I think this may have been one of my first couple of weeks working there. Also it wasn’t cold out side. Anyway, So there I was at Maybe Midnight, waiting for a bus to come. I had forgotten what day it was, and so I sat, and I sat, on that bus stop bench, just waiting. and waiting. soon, a stranger appeared, and we sat, and talked, waiting for a bus this Sunday evening. Please note, in Canada, most buses don’t run on Sunday. He eventually gave up, and as he departed he said he was going to his friend’s house. He also wished me luck. so I sat a little bit longer, and over time, I had to face the fact, (still not remembering today was Sunday,) that this bus was not going to show up.

So I decided to start walking. Between work and my house, there was a kind of Gully, that was maybe three hundred feet down, I wouldn’t be surprised if I was over estimating, but anyway, it wasn’t a three foot drop is what I am trying to say. well, it wasn’t a cliff like drop, but a really steep hill. and so my dad didn’t want me walking past there in the middle of the night. So knowing this, and not wanting to go against his wishes, I decided to start walking to the edge of town. Walking very slowly, and as I did, I prayed to God to please send me a friend or someone I knew I could trust to drive me home safely. I didn’t have taxi money at this time either, and so I decided to just walk and see where my feet took me. I slowly made my way to the edge of town, and I stopped at the last gas station there was. I walked in, and told the clerk I didn’t have any money, and I asked if it was alright if I stayed for a minute. He said it was alright. I knew I was technically loitering, and that is against most gas staion’s rules, so I was grateful he let me stay anyway.

As I waited there, I saw just how dead it was. No one came in, and so no one left. It was just me and the clerk. soon, A car pulled up. It was my neighbour. When I had done my newspaper route, she was my first stop. and when she was outside, I would stay for a minute, and we would talk. This went on for most of the time I had done my route, (which was almost three months,) and so I knew I could trust her.

I asked her nicely for a ride home, and she said it was alright.  She was going home too, and so it was not a problem for her. so I got in, and she drove me home.

Now it wasn’t at all her showing up that got me, it was the conversation we had had in the car on the short drive home. I thanked her, and told her I was glad she had stopped. She said she needed gas, and so she stopped. But the gas station she had stopped at was on the other side of the highway than the direction she was heading. You see, WestBank BC is built right on the Highway. This Highway splits into two one ways, and that is the main route through the town. This gas station was the last one on the side going back toward Kelowna, and Glenrosa was in the direction of Peachland and Penticton from there. But it actually wasn’t even this that made me know it was God, it was when she went on and said that she would have been fine if she wasn’t called in to work that day.

 and now, reflecting back upon it, I see just how much god had worked there. At first all I saw was that she was called in to work, and stopped at the same gas station I was. But now, after spending most of today texting it to a friend, and then writing it here, I really see. I have turned over new dirt, and see even more than I did. First, let me explain to you that the drive from Kelowna to Westbank is not at all the same hour drive to Regina from Moose Jaw. from Reg to MJ, there are maybe three gas stations, and from Kelowna to Westbank, there are too many to really count (well along just that drag I am taking an under estimated guess at ten). And so her stopping at this particular gas station was truly like pulling a needle from a haystack. also because she had to cross over about a block or so, to get to this gas staion.

And her being called in is also a clue that this was God at work, answering my prayer. for she was called in earlier that day, and before I even knew that I would see this problem, he had set up a solution. You see living in Glenrosa (which is kind of like a suburb of Westbank) I had to go over a distance to get to school, and from school events, I would try and find a ride so I didn’t have to wait for a bus. no one was going that driection, and so I knew that in asking for a ride, a no was sure to come. and so this one time thing where someone was actually going out to Glenrosa was truly a miracle. 

So it was being called in,
her stopping for gas,
and my doing the paprer route

that all came together, and made this a true miracle in today’s age.