Every morning, until that day, I turned on the radio while preparing for work. That morning, I had an urge to listen to a record. I woke up with a song in my head, a song on that record. It seemed so important to listen to that record.
I was a little late and was rushing. The apartment was older, and the sink was outside of the main bathroom. A massive chandelier hung over the sink. I leaned over the sink, balancing myself with one hand as I applied two coats of mascara.
I heard a deep but soft Voice say GO CHANGE THE RECORD.
I was angry. I was late and rushing. I didn’t have time to change the record. I thought NO! I WON’T CHANGE THE RECORD! NO TIME!
Then the Voice filled my head, the room, my entire existence. It was silky, commanding and the loudest thing I’ve ever heard but the apartment was totally, unnaturally silent.
GO CHANGE THE RECORD!
Angrily, I pivoted on my left foot, took one step forward and heard a huge CRASH.
I turned around and found the heavy chandelier had fallen from the ceiling and crashed where I had been standing. I would have been critically injured, or worse.
I’m convinced that God, or a Higher Intelligence, told me to put a record on that morning, instead of the radio, to help me avoid danger.
I still tremble when I think about it.
- Jacquelyne Ricco, Quora, '19
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