October 11, 2016
I am sure you have heard it said before “there is a season and a reason for everything.” If there is one thing I have learned in life it is to pay attention to detail. Things that someone might give to you or that you might hear, see and experience. Sometimes we race through life without paying attention to important clues or details that might help us in the future.
When I was a little boy I always liked going to the eye doctor because the nurse would put drops in my eyes and I found it hard to read for the rest of the day which meant I had to take the day off.
It was September of 1992 and just as in previous years I would make a visit to my eye specialist in the city, not too far away from where I lived. My mother would usually come with me and as always before we left she would make the appointment for the following year . This time was different, this time I believe I was by myself and I had to make the follow up appointment.
Before I left the office the assistant wrote my appointment in the book and handed me an appointment card with the doctor’s name and phone number on it. I knew my doctor’s name was Dr. McKenzie, but I did not know his first name or even that he had a middle name.
Knowing the details of his name would later prove to be very important to me and my situation. I stuck the appointment card in my wallet, when I got home I took the piece of paper and stuck it in a drawer along with all the other cards and notes that I had collected. I was sure I was not going to need it for a while - so it really did not matter if it went missing - or so I thought.
In June of 1993, I was watching TV with my best friend. While waiting for a commercial to finish I managed to look through the newspaper and came across an obituary for Dr. T.R. McKenzie. For a moment I thought of my appointment that was in September and I put the paper down and continued to watch television thinking nothing of the information that was in front of me.
In September of 1993, I was getting ready to leave to go to my appointment but just before I left the house something told me to find the appointment card that the assistant gave to me the year before. I tore through my drawer looking for the card I found it and put it in my pocket, then went out the door not thinking about calling the number on the card.
My dad drove me into the city which was is about 45 minutes away. Whenever I am a passenger in someone’s car I end up going to sleep, but this time was different - I was wide awake and for some reason I was nervous. We were heading west on what is known as the bypass for a while and it seemed like we were the only ones on the road when all of the sudden a silver hearse was coming toward us from the other direction. Again, I ignored what I was seeing and the feeling that I had.
When we got to the city my dad just dropped me off at the building where the doctor’s office was and left, we had agreed that he would come back in an hour. I went into the building and walked up the ramp and down the hall toward the office door. When I got to the door it was locked and the lights were out. I walked over to the wall where the directory of doctors was posted. I thought maybe the doctor’s office had been moved? I could not find his name on the directory.
I had to sit and think about things and suddenly I heard a voice say call the number on the card. I took the card I frantically searched for that morning and dialed the number on the card. When the phone stopped ringing it was another doctor’s office that responded. The name of the person who answered the phone was Sandra. I told Sandra that I had an appointment scheduled for today with doctor McKenzie. “Unfortunately,” Sandra replied, “that is not going to happen - you see - the doctor is dead.” “When did that happen?” I asked. She said it was a few months ago.
I had been his patient for more than 20 years and I had no idea that he had passed away, nobody had informed me. She said it was published in local paper and asked me if I wanted to reschedule my appointment. I was shocked by what I was hearing so I did not schedule anything until later.
When my dad came to pick me up he asked me how everything was. I told him that the doctor’s office was closed and that I did not see the doctor because the doctor was actually dead.
It is important to pay attention to the details - it is in the details that the seeds are sown for future events to take place. Was it a coincidence that I was given the appointment card with the doctor’s full name and number on it? Was it coincidence that I just happen to read the doctor’s full name in the death notice at my friend’s house in the summer time? Was it a coincidence that I was awake and seeing the hearse on the drive up to the doctor’s office instead of being asleep or day dreaming as usual? Was it a coincidence that I found the appointment card with the doctor’s name and number on it? Was it a coincidence that Sandra - the person who answered the phone and told me that the doctor was dead - is someone I knew from my childhood?
I believe that in order to move forward in to the future we must first revisit and acknowledge people and or situations from the past.
Receiving the appointment card with the name and phone number on it the year before is what made it possible for me to connect the dots to everything that happened in the year that followed.
Life and it’s circumstances can often be very puzzling but truth be told they are all connected.
If you are paying attention to the details you will see that one thing is related to the other and in the end it all works out.
Psychic Franco
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