THE GIFT
I was laid off for another seven months. During my second stint, I hung out with my dad every day that summer. We traveled together, laughed, he moved to Dallas with me for a bit. I love him. Then by September, I was hired at a new company. He moved back to Austin. By November my dad passed away.
I was given the gift of time. I know that now.
I won't lie, I was ANGRY when I got fired. I stood up for what was right. Yet I was the one being punished. I later learned that after I stood up, the same day we were let go, they hired on others permanently. What I said started a fire, and a change happened. But once the dust settled and I got my mind right, I realized that if I hadn't been laid off I wouldn't have had all that precious time with my father. I wouldn't have learned who my dad was as a person.
As a human being with past and vulnerabilities.
My dad, who raised me as a child, learned who his daughter was as an adult, and he loved me. He loved my flaws, he loved my attitude (cuz it was his), he loved my style (my parents fight over who I inherited my sense of style from). He loved me for me... cuz he's known me before I was me. I was his because I was a masterpiece he and my mother created together. Our parents love us in a way we will never ever ever comprehend.
I love my father.
I type as I have tears strolling down my face.
Even though my father has left Earthside, he stills comes and visits me. He lets me know he's okay. He tells me what he's up to. When something is important he has me deliver messages to those that need it.
ONE NIGHT I LOST POWER
Before, I would have been too scared to share this kind of information with the world, but I am now learning to live in my truth, vulnerability, and intuition.
Random Story: One night, before leaving my beautiful downtown Dallas apartment, my father came to me. I was awake, slightly drowsy but awake. All the electricity in my apartment was off and the only thing that lite my apartment was the rays from the moon.
I hear a loud whisper, "Korin. Korin." I wake up and it's my father's voices and all I see is his silhouette. He's walking towards me while I'm still laying on my bed. I can't see his face, only his body. I say, "Dad! Dad! Hang on! I need to take your picture. No one is going to believe me! " I grab my cell and it's not turning on. "How is it dead?! I fully charged it before going to bed." Feeling defeated I try to turn on the lamp next to my bed, it's not working. My dad commands my attention again and this time he says, "Korin, I have a message for your brother. Let him know that whatever happens that I will always have his back. I am looking out for him." Then my dad leaves. Feeling frustrated that no one is going to believe me, I fall back asleep.
The next day I'm feeling like I might be crazy. I knew this wasn't a dream. I was awake. I decided to call and speak to my bestie Ms. S, who I know won't judge me and think I'm crazy. She patiently listens to me and then tells me my encounter with my father is not abnormal. She told me that spirits can't come back in the physical form so sometimes they have to use electricity so you will recognize their human form.
Nonetheless, my brother was going through a major change, and he did get past it.
I bring up this whole story because I want you guys to know that I believe things work how they are supposed to work in this life. Sometimes we see things as a setback when in reality they are setups.