Yesterday, I was driving home from an appointment when I turned down the street where our office is located. It's a pretty quiet street, residential mostly, tree-lined. I wasn't driving very fast because it's narrow and a little difficult to navigate, but I could see a small body walking along the sidewalk on my left side in my peripheral vision. It was a small child, about 2 years old, walking with purpose, with something clutched in his hand. I slowed down, watching him, a little fascinated. What was a toddler doing out by himself? Where was he going?
He came to a stop just shy of the corner, almost even with my car now, and started across the street. I kept slowing, expecting him to see me and stop. But he kept going, striding with purpose, just inches from my bumper to a car parked on the right side of the road.
I was so stunned that all I could do was get the window down and call to him. I was afraid to drive around him in case he walked in front of me again, though I wanted to pull over and see where he'd come from. I could see now that he had car keys clutched in his hand and was now trying to fit them into the door lock of the black car. That little dude wanted to get out of Dodge.
There was still no one around, no adult seeming to claim him, but another woman had pulled her car over and was trying to see where his parents might be. I suggested that maybe their name or address was on the car keys, so she tried to take them from the child. But no such luck. We both wanted to help, but neither of us wanted to be in that position where you're holding someone's child, looking for all the world like an abductor when someone comes out of the house. I had visions of my husband coming home and me saying, "Look what I found today!" or of me in the back of a squad car for trying to be a Good Samaritan.
Luckily, she called to a shirtless man who seemed kind of disoriented. He was down the block and said he had been looking all over for the kid. The woman glanced at me and I'm sure we were thinking the same thing. But he scooped the child up, who smiled beamingly at me as he was carried back to his house. And the kicker, after I could get my hands to stop shaking, was that he was wearing Superman PJs.
What?
It took me until last night to sort through the psychic ramifications of this. I am a firm believer in signs, and because I do so much energy work with my clients and in my own life, I know that energy isn't subtle. It shows you what's really happening around you in no uncertain terms.
My conclusions so far? For God's sake don't let the kids (meaning the undeveloped part of all of us) drive the bus, and once in awhile, depend on the kindness of strangers. :)