I Am Not The Only One This Is Happening To
Last week at the Lay Missionaries of Charity meeting it was decided that we would meet the 1st and 3rd Friday of each month for the discussion groups. It was originally scheduled for the 2nd and 4th Fridays. I asked if this could be changed because I like going to adoration at St. Joseph’s on 1st Friday.
When I got up this morning I knew that I would be going to Emmitsburg after work today. I was thinking about this when I got up this morning at 7:13. I got dressed and attended mass at "Parish Church". Fr. Orlowsky was the priest for the Friday children’s mass. It went a little longer than usual and when it was over I went to work in "hometown" and arrived at my desk at 9:33.
Later in the morning while I was working my entire thought process was abruptly changed by a sudden thought about going to the LMC meeting tonight. I glanced at my watch when it happened and the time was 10:33:33.
Later in the afternoon I took my lunch break and went downstairs and ate a sandwich with my co-worker, Carrol R. I then rode to the bank with a check from the sale of another portion of my Civil War relic collection. It is my intention to use the money from the sale of my collection to buy a 2nd home in Emmitsburg or Fairfield. I was thinking about this when I arrived at the bank and the bank clock said 12:33. Every major transaction up to this point regarding the sale of my collection has ended at 13 or 33 after the hour.
I finished at the bank and rode to "Parish Church" and prayed both the Sorrowful and Glorious mysteries of the rosary. When I finished I glanced at my watch and it said XX:XX:33 (1:31:33). I was leaving the church when I noticed the sign up sheet for the March for Life. I walked over and at the very instant I signed my name on the sheet I again felt the sudden sense of peace. I knew to glance at my watch and the time was 1:33:00.
I returned to work and there was not much to do. I went to the copy machine and made copies of the latest papers for Fr. _______. At the very instant the machine finished I again felt the overwhelming sense of peace, I glanced at my watch and the time was 2:13:33.
When I finished my afternoon work I told Carrol I was leaving a little early because I was going to Emmitsburg. I was not paying any attention to the time and when I got up to leave I glanced at my watch and the time was 4:13.
I had not been driving very long when my phone rang and it was Sister Genevieve, she asked if I was coming tonight and I told her I was already on the way. She asked if it would be possible for me to stop by the nursing home tonight because she said “I just want to see you”. She also asked that I bring more Butterfingers. I stopped at Wal Mart in Leesburg and picked up the candy. The time was 5:33.
I arrived in Emmitsburg and stopped by St. Peter’s Books first to deliver the Brown Scapulars that Peter asked me to get in Medjugorje. I then stopped by St. Mary’s on the way to Phil C’s house for the meeting and dropped off the latest packet of papers on Fr. _______’s counter. I felt that special peace as I walked out the door and I glanced at my watch and it said XX:XX:33.
I arrived at Phil’s house and our discussion group met. There are several different discussion groups within our LMC and ours consist of Phil, Dr. Joe F, Allen Harris and myself. Phil lives next door to Gianna and Mike Sullivan. When the meeting was over I drove directly to the nursing home to visit Sr. Genevieve. As I was getting out of my truck I glanced at my watch and the time was 9:13:33.
I went to Sr. Genevieve’s room and she was happy to see me. I then gave her the candy and she thanked me. We then started talking and after a few minutes of our conversation my mind drifted because I started thinking about the unusual things that happen to me. Sr. Genevieve noticed that my mind was somewhere else and asked me “Honey what’s wrong?” I told her that nothing was wrong. She then said “I know you better than that and I can tell when something is on your mind”.
I trust Sr. Genevieve as much as anyone I have ever known in my life so it felt good to talk about what I am experiencing with her. About a year ago or so I allowed her to read my papers. Because of this she has a background knowledge of what I am going through.
After we finished talking about it she asked me if it scares me when it happens so frequently. I told her that it does not scare me. I told her I would only be scared if it stopped. Sr. Genevieve then told me something that shocked me. Sister Genevieve then told me that there is at least one more person from Thursday nights that experiences the very same thing that is happening to me. She told me his name but I do not know him personally and I don’t think I want to.
When I left Sr. Genevieve I drove back to Emmitsburg and stopped at St. Joseph’s and when I pulled up the time on the dash was 10:13. I prayed the rosary and when I finished I walked over to the corner of the church and kissed it. The time was 10:33. I drove home and pulled in my driveway at 12:33.
Jan 20, 2004