Do you believe in signs? I do.

Do you believe in signs?  I do.

Here is my most recent experience and here is how it validated that belief.

Earlier in July I had a medication reaction that landed me in the hospital overnight.

I was half asleep and in my dream I saw my grandfather who died when I was in my 30s.

I have not thought of my grandfather in so many years. When I woke up it stuck with me and I pondered it for so long.

Why would my grandfather come and visit me when I was so sick and worried?

I was questioning the powers that be – Red Thomas?  Really?  That’s who you send?

My grandfather was a really tough guy.  He was an orphan at 16 and worked in a rubber plant in Elizabethton TN.  One of the few things I remembered about him was he loved Zero candy bars and collected wheat leaf pennies.

As I reflected on my memories of him as I recovered over the next few weeks, I remembered that he did love me very much, I was his first grandchild, that he adored my grandmother as did I and that he was heartbroken by my mother, as have I been.  We had a lot in common and I determined he was telling me its all going to be ok.

So this Saturday on the way to running my first half marathon, I was talking to Chuck and reflecting on how much better I feel since that night in the hospital and how glad I am that I was able to return to running and training.

That’s when it hit me.

The nickname my Grandfather had for me

Philadelphia Philly.

I thoughts i knew all of reasons why I picked the Philadelphia Rock and Roll half marathon, but at that moment I realized I had a nudge in the right direction.

Thanks Grandpa.

Signed,

Your galfriday4hire