Cheer Day 24

“What’s meant to be will always find a way.” – Trisha Yearwood

Yesterday was truly magical for me and I am so excited to share it with you. We had one gift that was left as there wasn’t a 25th nominee. I knew this was going to happen right when we started; I knew there was going to be one gift to which I would be led to the recipient. I happened to be right.

On the night of December 23rd I dreamt of a woman who worked as a checker, had long black hair and was sad because she was working when she wanted desperately to be home with her family.

When I woke up Christmas Eve I knew I had some last-minute shopping to do, so I got our gift all ready and with butterflies in my stomach I took it with me. I was so nervous to randomly surprise someone I never met and try to explain why I had brought them a little Christmas Cheer. As I entered Safeway, I received several strange looks because I was carrying a large bag and a funny little sign.

I proceeded to grab the few items I needed and while I shopped I prayed that I would be led to the right person.

I am going to digress here for a minute – my grandfather who passed awhile ago wore Old Spice and often had the deep heat type sports cream on as well because of back injuries and the two together combined for a distinctive smell (not unpleasant, but distinctive). I often smell this smell at my mother’s house and during large family get togethers. I always know that is the way my grandfather makes himself present to me.

As I was shopping yesterday the smell appeared the minute I walked into the store and grew stronger and stronger as I approached the check out line of a very specific checker with long black hair. I knew that I had been led to the person who needed our Christmas Cheer gift.

As I waited in line, holding our gift and my groceries, I worried about how I was going to pull this off and not cause a stir that might embarrass the checker. What was I going to say? How was I going to explain our gift to her?

And as things do, it worked out that the man in front of me forgot something and had to run to get it. No one was in line behind me; no one else was around. So I decided while we were waiting to give her our gift and explained that it was meant for her. I told her about my blog, our gifts and how I knew that this gift had been intended for her and that I followed my heart and intuition and it led me to her. Hopefully that didn’t sound too creepy – hopefully I had made it seem like a nice gesture instead of some crazy lady move. I hope I did you all proud.

She got so teary eyed and came around the counter and hugged me! She proceeded to tell me that her youngest child was sick and she wished she could be home with her and care for her. She relayed that she had so many more gifts to wrap and was thankful for work, but so wished she could just be a mom home with her kids on Christmas Eve.

I knew that our gift had found its intended recipient. It had been meant for her all along. I know I should have more eloquent words to describe what happened, but magical is all I can think of. Kismet; fate.

Guess what is even more kismet?  I was wearing my HUMBUG – Oscar the Grouch shirt when I delivered the gift. Gotta love being an oxymoron.

Thank you for helping magic come alive on Christmas.

Hugs and love,

M