Okay, you're probably wondering what the hell this funky little astronaut has to do with this. I'll get to it.
First a quick setup…
Like most on here I'm sure we're all aware of the struggle to rid ourselves of our JW programming. Top of my mind lately is realizing I'm not living my life. It is quickly passing me by day-by-day and I'm not getting the most out of it. Feel like I'm in a rut on a lot of levels and my life is wasting away. I'm struggling with the Magic-Carpet-Ride-to-Paradise mindset. It's frustrating.
Okay, so next. The other day I started a thread about a man who died of cancer on Tuesday night. He had prepared his final blog post in advance, and a friend posted it the next morning after his passing. Some of you read it, if you haven't I suggest giving it a read…
This blog and story had a profound affect on me. It REALLY hit me. Rattled my soul, shook my boots, woke me up. It was on my mind all day long at work. Told myself this is what I needed, a wake up call. I felt inspired to start taking control of my life. The boost I was looking for.
So what does this little astronaut have to do with this? I've had that little guy in my truck for about 5 years. Found it on the ground beside my truck outside my girlfriend's apartment one day. (She is now my wife..married last summer) I call him Armstrong and he has sat in that little coin box for the past 5 years. He lays in there and fits just nicely. Kinda hard to get him out with my stubby fingers.
The astronaut moment…
I left work that day feeling invigorated. Slowly walked to my truck, looking out into the Pacific Ocean, sun shining on my face. I felt great…better than I had in a while. Jump in the truck…look down and just stared. The pic above is what I saw. Armstrong was standing! I looked around, not sure what I was looking for but maybe for the person that did this. Of course there wasn't anyone. Just me in an empty parking lot.
My truck was locked. My wife would be the only one knowing where to find a key. But she was at work all day. It stunned me. How the hell did that happen? Is it a sign?
After snapping that pic, I left him standing there. Put the truck in reverse and as soon as the truck started to roll he fell over. He doesn't stand very well…little tricky to get him to do it.
So what's my point?
Do I think it was a religious experience…perhaps supernatural…a sign? No, I don't. Occam's Razor says driving to work the physics were just right to make him stand up upon parking. Or someone did it, but I eliminated that. No one did. Coincidental moment? I believe so. (Besides, why would god or whoever use a goofy kid's toy to send me a message?)
But I think I now see how some take could take such moments as religious or supernatural. Especially in moments of emotional clarity…when you're feeling like your life has taken a turn. I did feel more susceptible to want to believe it was a sign from "beyond". It was tempting but I didn't conclude such.
That said…since that day I've kept an eye on that little bugger. I've taken corners fast, slammed on the brakes, driven on gravel roads. He doesn't move much, if at all. It was a perfect storm of physics when he stood I up, I guess.
What say you? Random coincidence? Or...? Thanks for reading.