Last week we started packing up our house in Orlando, Florida, to move all of our belongings into storage. We've decided to go nomadic for a little while since our girls are all homeschooled and we like the freedom and flexibility to travel.
The first visit is back to Las Vegas for a few months before we head out east again back to The Hamptons.
During the move, my husband Sean was very enthusiastic to get everything downstairs before the professional movers arrived. In fact, we hired a 20-foot truck to see how much we could move to the storage unit by ourselves.
And then what followed was nothing more than an act of Divine intervention…
Previously, I had carefully bubble-wrapped two large storage tubs with all of my most treasured possessions and placed them outside of our bedroom.
my jewelry box filled with trinkets
two large buddha statues
a ceramic angel wing
a porcelain statue of Kwan Yin (goddess of compassion)
my grandmother's Moulin Rouge clock from the 1920s
a large glass platter & glass vases
a small buddha ornament that belonged to Sean's grandparents
three pots of pink fake flowers (from Target)
our wedding candles and other miscellaneous special items
It was Wednesday morning, so I was prepping for my coaching calls, when I heard a giant crash as if something was falling down out stairs. And it was!
"Sarah!"
I ran as fast as I could. I could hear the tone of shock and pain in his voice.
You know those split second moments when you know that someone is hurt and you have to be as switched-on as possible to assess the situation? Well this was one of those moments.
Sean was sprawled out at the bottom of our steep staircase to the right. At the based was my two boxes that had completely smashed to smithereens and a red metal moving trolly.
Sean had tried to get the boxes downstairs, with the trolly and took a tumble. In a moment of Divine intervention, he kept out of the way (about 8 feet) to avoid being crushed by the impact of the weight.
My two daughters came running with concern.
"Don't come any closer!" I yelled frantically. There was glass everywhere and they had bare feet.
I asked Sean where it hurt, if he hit his head, if he could move his legs and if he was bleeding. I'm not a medic, but I do know that if someone falls then you shouldn't move them.
"It's my ankle" he said writhing in discomfort.
I went straight to the freezer to get an ice pack and a bag of frozen wild blueberries.
I couldn’t see blood and was worried he could have internal injuries.
Sean and I both knew that this had been a brush with death.
If he hadn't thought so quickly on his feet then this could have been a fatal accident.
As Sean lay on the ground, we cuddled for a few minutes in deep reverence and gratitude that he was still okay.
I then decided to clean up the mess with a dustpan and broom.
The large buddha statues were both completely smashed. There were large (almost sword like) shards of broken glass. And then this is where we knew that Sean had been protected by our guardian angels....
The angel wing survived the fall without any damage at all. So did the Kwan Yin porcelain figuring.
The two treasured trinkets from our grandparents were both side by side (the clock and the small buddha piece).
What's incredible is that they were both in separate boxes and were so small they could have smashed. They remained intact - oddly positioned as if they were intentionally displayed.
And then this is one that will be hard to believe...
Inside my jewelry box was a sealed compartment where I keep my kid's baby teeth (I know, it's a little creepy) and small rocks I've collected from The Hamptons and four specific rocks I found in Australia many years ago. Etched in each rock is a word.
faith
hope
love
trust.
The TRUST rock was outside of the jewelry box on the floor and was separated from the rest of the mess. It was a clear message from the Universe to trust.
As I swept up the glass and broken pieces, I dragged the trash bin closer to our front door. On my second trip to dispose of the glass there were two very large white birds that flew away from me when I reached the door. Their wingspan looked like angel wings.
So as you can imagine, the serendipity of this situation was very symbolic and a powerful reminder that we are loved and protected.
I am so grateful that my husband (nearly killed by a box of buddha statues) hobbled away with nothing but a tiny fracture on his left foot.
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