On Tuesday March 24th we had some major flooding in my parent's basement storage room.
It was pure luck that my Mom happened to go down there to see it.
If she hadn't caught it in time the water, which during the worst of it was GUSHING out of floor like a faucet, would have flowed into the rest of the basement causing major damage.
That didn't happen because my Mom went down there just in time.
What are the odds that she would need to go into the storage room right at that moment?
It's as if someone TOLD her she needed to get down there ASAP.
I think it was my Phoebe girl.
She is our guardian angel.
Watching over us.
Isn't that a wonderful thought?
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