I am one of those people that always have the “Parking Luck” – It would be Boxing Day or Black Friday at the busiest shopping mall in the city but somehow always manage to snag a good parking spot within 5 minutes of pulling in while other patrons have seemingly circled the parkade for hours. Josh used to be mad and then dumbfounded by my “Parking Luck” When he drives and I am in the passenger seat, our luck would be split. He would pull up near someone leaving but another person have JUST beat him to it coming from the other side or he would drive right by an open one and then someone behind him snagged it. When I drive and he is in the passenger seat, maybe it would take me an extra 5 minutes to get a parking spot on Christmas Eve at Superstore…
I always wondered where I earned this “Parking Luck” from… Why the Universe grant me this special power in life.
The day I had my surgery, Josh and my mom came home to grab a few things in the evening. When Josh walked in the house, an original Japanese woodblock print of two Shinto Samurais (gifted by my favourite psychiatrist at the clinic) that was hung on the wall for two weeks prior to my surgery had “flew off the wall” – Glass shattered to tiny pieces all over the living room floor. It also knocked off my Darwin painting below it but it was not damaged at all. The frame did not break but it landed far from the wall and the delicate print was intact and found out of the frame another feet away from it. My mom said Josh looked like he had just seen a ghost… They vacuumed up the shattered glass (which took a very long time) and Josh did not want to sleep at our home by himself that night so he went over to my parents for the night. Mom kinda teased him about being a “scaredy cat” – I can empathize with the reaction that Josh had because he had seen what my mom did not when I was a few hours post op and was throwing up blood through my nose and mouth looking like death and having to have a foley catheter put in on the unit because I could not get up to go to the bathroom. He probably never seen anyone that sick in his life.
Josh and my mom didn’t tell me this had happened (they did not know whether this was a bad omen or not because I had only came out of surgery) Not until I was discharged home the first time. Josh and I walked in the house and he froze and looked at the wall as he sat some stuff down on the kitchen table. I said “you look like you had just seen a ghost…what is it?” I had not noticed that the two pieces of art on my wall was not there anymore. That was when he told me what had happened. We kinda mulled over it for a little while over the Poltergeist phenomena and just chalked it up to it being a good omen instead because I am home now from the hospital (did not think that I would be returning to ER just 10 hours after)
When I started writing this part of the story, I looked at the print again (actually I had looked at it several times the last two days since I had been home) because it kept me curious… Josh had asked me what those two figures are. They are Shinto Samurais. Anybody have some understanding of Japanese culture and been to Japan may know that there are two kinds of places of worship in Japan. Buddhist temples and Shinto Shrines. Josh and I had been to both. Most recently in January before my tumor diagnosis. I prayed sincerely at both for good health for myself and my family. I think I have my answer of how and why that print had flew off the wall. The other piece of art left hanging on the wall is the self-portrait of me sitting in therapy with Darwin.
I don’t have a formal believe or declaration of a certain religion that I follow by any means. In fact, I am of the opinion that religion like Christianity is the biggest business driven conspiracy of all conspiracies…
What I do think is that the Universe work in mysterious ways (as cliche as that sounds) And that there are things that can be half explained and may not need to be fully understood but when you kind of get close to it, it is kind of mind-blowing… Like my mind is blown right now after writing this story.
One of my favourite Haruki Murakami quotes: “If you can’t understand it without an explanation, you can’t understand it with an explanation.”
To be continued…
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