Today several events happened that lead me to believe that Nicolle and I have passed our own shadow.
First of all, on the way to the car earlier she was actually able to walk down the front steps... very gingerly and with the help of me and two walkers, but she did it. Before now she had only been able to walk up, in the same fashion. This was a first for her walking down. Progress.
We went to Wal-Mart. Through the generous loaning of our new family's van, I drove and she was the passenger. First time that has happened since before the accident also.
On our way there, we passed an accident. It involved a brown Ford Explorer, exactly the color and model of vehicle she hit back in November that caused our world to flip upside down. Someone had hit it from behind. Just like in her accident.
I stopped at 7-11 to get gas. The total of the purchases of the guy in front of me was $6.66. Of course that caught my attention as well.. given the seeing of the numbers and whatnot. We got gas at pump 3. I don't really care who all thinks this means nothing, because there is an earlier post in this blog where I ponder the coincidence of 666 and 3 falling so close together.
It seems the spiritual stuff happens much more frequently around major events. I've had that connection made for some time.. and today was no exception.
Also, we met face to fact with our attorney yesterday, finally. Told him everything. His eyes were big as saucers, and he didn't look at us in any way like we were crazy. He believed us. I mean, when you hand a guy a mountain of evidence like we handed him, that tends to be the case. Then we sat in Starbucks for a while, quietly and peacefully until the wheelchair bus came.
It's been a good couple of days. Our situation at our new home, which seemed tenuous at first, has vastly improved. They even found a FREE king-sized bed on Craigslist and went all the way to Grand Prairie to get it last night.
Progress. Progress. I like the sound of that word.
