What a week I’ve had. My Facebook account was hacked, resulting in a lost weekend spent trying to regain access. Unfortunately, I still can’t log back into Facebook at all. Based on my experience, Facebook does not protect the interests of its subscribers. However, the hackers are very successful at accomplishing their goal. I’ve been wanting to log off for a while anyway. It feels like a rabbit hole that I don’t need in my life right now, or ever. The ordeal is not all the way over with some aspect of the fallout happening everyday, but through it all I’m remaining mostly calm. That was the first thing.
Then,
Today, it’s 9 degrees outside—dark, windy, and snowy. After work, trudging through the city to get home to my apartment building, I walked into my building and realized I had no keys. I never lose my keys; in fact, I typically check for them ten times a day. I have a bit of OCD, and I’m always making sure I have them. But today was different. Why?
I took out my phone to call the office and see if I had left my keys on my desk, and then my phone died—just like that. The office is an hour commute away. It’s not like I can jump on the train and head back there. Especially since I don’t even know if that’s where they are. So now, I’m in my apartment lobby, no keys and no phone. So I stopped the first person I see and asked to use their phone to call the emergency maintenance number. I explained to the operator that I had no callback number and would be waiting in the lobby Just to set the stage, the lobby has no heat, so I was still bundled up in my coat, hat, and mittens. At least there was no wind inside, but it was still cold.
An hour passed, and no maintenance. I pulled out my phone again and decided to try some Reiki on it—why not? And ha! I got 5% battery, so I called maintenance, again, and asked for a callback with an estimated time of arrival. I warned them I only had 1% left on the phone and they might not be able to get through but wanted to remind them that I’m sitting in the lobby waiting for them.
My son, who lives about 40 minutes away, has a key. I decided to send him a text, with my 1%. I sent the text but it was kinda vague as to what I was asking him and also he didn’t respond. So I tried a call, he didn’t pick up, and then the phone died, again. Reiki didn’t help this time.
I waited another hour and then decided to head to the fast-food chicken place up the block. I know the guy who works there and knew he’d let me use the phone and bathroom. We both thought my son wouldn’t answer the phone since he wouldn’t recognize the number and as I was saying he never answers the phone there he was, on the other end. He picked up on the first ring and told me he was around the corner, coming with the key.
I wanted to cry happy tears, but it was too cold and the tears would freeze on my face. I ran back to my building, and when my son arrived, he let me into my apartment. Now I’m sitting here cozy, warm, wondering what in the world is going on this week. Two major events in such a short time span? Kinda makes me afraid to leave the house this weekend.
With the first event, I really felt like a victim. There was nothing I could have done to prevent the hacking; it was just a matter of chance. It’s similar to how I think about the lottery—it’s either your day or it’s not. Unfortunately, while the odds aren’t in my favor when it comes to the lottery, yet, they were in favor of me getting hacked. I couldn’t control the hacking, but I could control my response.
Losing my keys is completely my fault. I’m not sure why I went an entire day without checking for them. If I had checked earlier, I might have learned that I left them on the bus during my morning commute and could have made arrangements. I also don’t know why my pockets weren’t zipped; I can’t even confirm if that’s what happened. What’s interesting is that I didn’t let myself get upset with a “why me” attitude as I was sitting there in the lobby, cold, wondering what was going to happen to me. Instead, I just laughed at myself and wondered what on earth this lesson was about.
The positive takeaway from this key mishap is how great my son was—he jumped in the car and came to save me. Of course, he’ll probably give me a lecture about making backup plans and always keeping my phone charged. But I’m just glad he showed up. I was trying to send him a message telepathically after my phone died, hoping he would come to my rescue. I’ll have to ask him later if he picked up on it!
Speaking of telepathy, if you listen to podcasts you should most definitely listen to The Telepathy Tapes podcast. Here’s the link: https://thetelepathytapes.com/ It is fascinating. It was actually this same son who recommended this podcast to me.
Anyway, my friends who helped me, to the best of their ability, with the Facebook hack, and my son, the Chicken Guy, and the first girl who let me use her phone in the lobby, are the heroes of the week. This is not a channeled message this week as I’ve rambled on long enough, but what I will offer from all the stuff I have channeled is… shit happens…life happens…and well it’s nobody’s fault (unless you’re hacked..jk) its just scenarios we get involved in that we have to get through. I am pretty proud of myself for maintaining some sense of dignity and calm through it all.
And I never yelled at the maintenance people who didn’t show up to let me in. Never even raised my voice with the several phone calls (this is very unusual for me) I’m just happy to be inside, under a blanket, knowing I have people in my life who are concerned for my welfare and come to my rescue. I think this week the lesson has been I am loved and people care about me.
What a great week it’s been. Life is good.
xoxox
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