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June 2001
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Mom's
Voice
by Kris V.
If I may be so silly, "the Force is strong in my family." ESP is an accepted part of my family. Especially the women. I often joke with my mother, "Can't you just call me on the phone like other mothers?" There have been two particular instances in my life that weren't funny, and each time I have thanked God and my lucky stars for my mom and those abilities.
In August of 1975, I was 18 and living away from home. I had decided to take my clothes to the laundromat behind the restaurant where I worked, and since it was almost ten o'clock at night I thought I would help my boyfriend, who also worked there as a cook, close up while my things were in the machine. After setting my things to wash I walked the short way to the back of the restaurant and immediately developed some kind of "fixation" on a rather nondescript gold-colored car. I even turned around to look at it a final time before entering the back of the kitchen area. Once inside, I started to walk to the front of the kitchen area and then decided against it and simply leaned against a door area where I could not be seen from the front. (As I was not in uniform and I could hear customers even though it was after closing.) Shortly after that, it became quiet and thinking that the last of the evening patrons had left I started to take a step to leave the blocked door area when I heard my mom's voice, as though she were standing there say, "Kris, don't move!" So I didn't! And after a minute or two the waitress on duty came screaming to the back about something being "alright" and grabbed the phone to call the police because they had just been robbed at gunpoint!
I was to learn that had I walked into view of the door way I would have seen my boyfriend laying face down on the floor, the waitress and the few customers on their knees and I would have been directly behind the gunmen who was so nervous I probably would have been shot when I startled him.
In August of 1994, I was getting ready to take my 15-year-old daughter (I married the cook!) and her friend clothes shopping at a distant mall. I had already pulled out of the driveway when I remembered I hadn't put on my guardian angle necklace that my mom had given me only a short time before. I was frazzled and already late and started to drive away anyway and then I just HAD to go back and get it and put it on! The weather that day had been cloudy and it had only sprinkled just a bit here and there but it was enough to cause disaster after disaster on the Kansas City highways that day. The wet oiled pavement was so slick that in the two mile backed up mess we found ourselves in there were seven collisions.
We were the last car in a back up due to another collision when I heard my mother say my name quite loudly and in a panic. I jerked my head up and looked into the rearview mirror. An 18-wheeler was coming right at us in a totally out of control jackknife. It was close enough that I could even see the look of terror on the driver's face and how desperately he was fighting that wheel. Without even thinking, I wrenched the wheel to the right, hit the gas and shot off that short incline out into space and fescue grass. The tractor trailer came back down on its wheels and slid to a stop just inches from the truck that had been in front of me.
Both times I had called my mom after these things had happened and she said the same thing. "I'm glad you called. You've been on my mind and I've been worried about you!" The Lord keep her and bless her! :)
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