The man lying in wait.
I had just finished my shift and unbeknown to me, had an interesting afternoon ahead. Normally when my job finished for the day, I would tailgate it home to my son. This afternoon was different though and as I lay in wait for the adventure to take me further, the path was waiting. I slowly made my way home and as the road hit the Bayside suburbs, I could feel myself inching closer to the man lying in wait. I could feel the vibrations of the car as it bounced up and down along the majestic road, making the sounds ricochet through the streets. The lone car on the road in front of me was not sounding good and for all the time I had, I knew he needed help.
The gentleman looked perplexed as I waved to him from my car, telling him to manoeuvre to the side of the road. This gentleman was one I would remember. He stepped out of the car, tattoos all over him and a masculinity that would make anyone shudder. I searched for words as I asked him if I could help. He had a flat tyre and all I could give him was a small amount of time, I had my son waiting for me. Being appreciative, he asked me to take him to a mechanic to get another tyre.
The gentleman was not from around here. His presence was not one where strangers would stop for him. This gentleman placed himself in my car and his appearance changed in more ways than you would know. This man of character was perplexed when the mechanic fixed his tyre for free. He was extremely happy but not used to all this luck. I explained luck comes in threes and he needed to wait for the third moment to appear. This man strapped in by the seatbelt and nowhere to turn, was ashen faced as I started relaying a message from beyond. I told him I was a psychic medium and without knowing anything about him, the words were unfiltered.
This man sitting next to me, was on the run from the police, wanted in three states and had been in jail. The message was clear, to clean up his act. This man had not told me any details of his life and he had always been a non-believer. Now sitting in my car, I could feel a change. A change for the better and as I stopped the car, I explained this was his wake-up call. I was like a mother berating a child, hoping for change while allowing those words to sink into his being. I left him there on the side of the road, with his tyre in one hand and an expression I will not forget. You never know how you will affect someone and how your actions take on a life of their own, but I know that luck was on my side that day. I am a believer.
By Jacqui Ray
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