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Saved by her own mother’s intuition when she was only 3 years old, one woman goes on to be a fierce activator of the intuition of others
When I think about intuition, I instantly think about my mother.
She never talked too openly about ‘trusting your gut’ or ‘following your instinct’. In fact, she often told me she didn’t really believe in that sort of thing. However, she was a woman of strong faith who did believe in miracles. A schoolteacher by profession, she loved sharing stories about her life’s challenging moments that instilled in me a deep knowing that life conspires to help us, if we are brave enough to listen.
Her ‘orange truck’ story was the one that really made me a believer.
It went something like this:
One day at the park, my older brother Billy (then 5 years old) got it into his mischief-loving head to ‘tease mommy’ by running off with me (3 years old) towards the busy road nearby as fast as our little legs would carry us.
Eight months pregnant in sweltering summer heat, my mother knew she had zero chance of catching up with us in time to stop my brother from dragging us both out into the trafficked street. She yelled to get him to stop. His response was to tug at me to run even faster. She thought he would have enough sense to slow down once we got closer to the road, but in fact, it was the opposite. A few yards away from real danger and with no way to stop us, she was overwrought by a vision in her mind.
“It was like everything was in slow motion. I saw your brother step out into the street and pull you out with him. Out of nowhere, an orange truck comes. It is moving so fast…it hit you both… my babies lying on the pavement…my soul died right then and there!”
Upon seeing this play out in cinematic fashion in her head, she let out the most gut-wrenching and blood-curdling scream imaginable. My brother and I were at the edge of the road now, when he heard her.
Her scream startled him enough to make him stop and turn back to her. “Mommy what’s wrong?” He yelled.
In that instant, in that split second between when she screamed and my brother turned around to face her in the distance, an orange truck going 65 miles an hour in a 30 mph zone, flew by us. The wind from its velocity blowing my dress and my hair across my face. Had my mother not screamed, had she not been in tune enough with her intuition and instinct, my brother and I would be dead.
You cannot make this stuff up.
I owe my life to my mother twice. Once for bringing me into this world and again for her willingness to follow her intuition in moments we needed miracles the most, that kept me here.
Fast forward to today, and I can clearly see how my mother’s influence set the stage for me to embrace my life’s purpose as an intuitive life coach trainer and intuition teacher. Her brave example of following the wisdom within and trusting what it tells and shows us have made all the difference in my life.
In her words, “The answers are already inside you, just trust them when they show up.”
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