Part of my journey was by bus and this morning I walked on to the bus and across from me sat a man with a ball cap with a sea lion on it. He was a smallish middle age man, medium build with a turquoise jacket and jeans. He had a kind face and he looked at me with the most intense chocolate brown eyes. He didn’t do it in a creepy way, he was attempting to make a friendly connection. When I looked at him, I felt like I knew him, but instead of staring back I just smiled and looked away. 45 minutes later when I saw that I was getting close to my stop, I noticed that he was still glancing at me.
At the end of the journey I was still thinking about Mary and decided that when I was at school I would stop at Starbucks and buy her favourite drink in her honour, a Grande Caramel Macciato. I hit the bell and got off, only to realize that I had dismounted one stop too early. I was upset knowing that I would have to walk even further now, but looked up and to my surprise a Starbucks was directly ahead of me. I decided to walk in, and so did my inner critic. “I don’t need a 5 dollar drink right now, I should be spending that on lunch” I thought. So I quickly turned around and headed out of Starbucks. I really wanted that drink, even felt as though it was an inspiration to go for it, but my pragmatic self won me over.
As I opened the glass doors of Starbucks, empty handed, the same man from the bus who was looking at me so intently was standing right in front of me, unintentionally blocking my path. I had no recollection of him ever getting off the bus at the same time as me. Our eyes made contact again in recognition and he held out something in his hands. It was a 5 dollar bill. He smiled at me and said “buy the drink you really want”. He winked, put the money in my hand and walked on down the sidewalk.
I stood in shock as he disappeared with no other need for communication. He somehow knew the reason why I had walked out empty handed. In retrospect it could have been any number of reasons, but he knew that there was something I really wanted and that I had not allowed myself to have it. I walked back into Starbucks and bought the drink in honour of my dearest Mary, enjoying every caramel rich drop on my extended walk to the college.
To this day I wonder if that man actually does exist, or if he was an angel on my path. It doesn’t matter. All I know is that I felt Mary’s presence around me and he gifted me what I needed in that moment.