I could end my story now. However, you may have an interest in Mary Jo's visitations. Several years later, I was living in a single bedroom apartment in an apartment complex. I had been forced to leave my duplex. Bankruptcy. A friend and I were drinking a beer and had just started a movie on Netflix. It was Halloween. The buzzer went off, meaning someone wanted to enter the building. I answered the intercom, no-one. I determined they were probably trick and treaters. Several minutes later the buzzer went off again, no-one. The third time, I quickly left the apartment, so I could see the building entrance. They must have run, fast. Started watching the movie, knock on the door. Nobody there. This was the type of building where there were no closed doors in the hallway due to fire code. What? Sat down, several minutes later there was another knock and I ran to the door. The hallway was empty. Ron asked, "What is going on?" "I have no idea." There was another knock and the door opened. The second time this happened, I saw the doorknob turn. I had an oak china cupboard from our old home. Mary Jo had loved this antique. The door on the cupboard opened, I closed it, the door opened again and slowly moved back and forth. I started smelling roses, which were M.J.'s favorite flower. My friend couldn't. The para-normal stopped, we’d been paid a visit.
Becoming tired of telecommunications, I interviewed and was hired to become a dealer at Hollywood Casino. I was interested in becoming licensed to deal cards because I’m a decent poker player and knew nothing about craps or roulette. I paid $300 to attend a 12-week training on blackjack, mini-baccarat, phy-gow plus the table games. After being employed for 90 days, the casino would reimburse the fee. This was a great, high paying job, I worked 7pm-2am and was employed for over two years. I was never late and used to my routine as I had worked there a long time. I’m lying around the pool and saw the time was 4:30. I worked out for an hour, took a shower and drove the 25 minutes to the casino. I arrived at work and was one hour late, it was 8:00. I quickly thought that I had to have looked at the time wrong. While dealing, I began reviewing the circumstance and came to a very strong conclusion. I did not look at the time wrong, for I had been on the same schedule for several years. I had lost an hour.
One more occurrence comes to mind. While working at Verizon, I helped a young lady in her twenties with a phone issue. For some strange reason, I briefly explained Mary Jo's passing. I wondered after the fact why I had even brought up the subject with a complete stranger. She said, "And the ship made arrangements and flew you out of Nassau?" "Yes.” She’d been on the cruise when fifteen years old. What are the odds of that? Several years later, I was drinking beer and watching others smoke weed, most I didn’t know. The subject of death came up and detailed discussions developed. After explaining our families' tragedy, one married couple said, “That was you?” They had been on the same cruise ship a year prior, and the crew were still talking about the beautiful lady who had suddenly died on the dance floor while enjoying a second honeymoon.
Looking back, these surprise and random meetings were little messages from Heaven. What other explanation could there possibly be? To my knowledge, this was the last time Mary Jo visited. With one exception.
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