Jenean sent us the following synchro. It’s tragic, heroic, unbearably sad, and illustrates how synchronicity speaks to us during times of major transitions.
This past Saturday night/early Sunday morning (September 1-2), my teenaged grandson, Dylan [Cindy’s youngest child] was at a friend’s house and several of the kids there decided to go over to the apartment of another friend who was having a birthday party. So Dylan rode over with a friend named Noah.
When they got to the apartment, where 7-8 other friends had gathered, too. Dylan and Noah decided to make a snack run to Walmart just a couple of blocks away. Upon returning to the apartment, they walked into a dark apartment, with their friends all laying face down on the kitchen floor, being robbed by two masked gunmen. They were told that if they moved they would be killed.
Apparently Dylan and Noah made it only just inside the door when Noah decided to slip down the hallway to the bedroom and retrieve a gun that he knew was there. Just as he retrieved the gun, he was confronted by one of the gunman. A fight ensued and Noah was shot in the head.
The gunmen then left with a couple of electronics and whatever money they got from the kids there. Noah lived just long enough to be able to donate his organs, as he had always wished to do. A police investigation is underway but so far the gunmen have not been apprehended.
Now, a couple of things about this story, the first of which is Noah’s name. Noah is the biblical character who built an ark so that others might live. Our Noah gave his life so that others might live. Not only did he save 7-8 of his friends, , but according to the doctors, with his organ donations, he gave life and/or a better life to about 40 others altogether.
Noah, rightfully so, is being hailed as a hero by many. Interestingly, in mythology, “Dylan” was a legionary Welsh hero.
Secondly, what would the story ending have been had Dylan and Noah not made a snack run at that precise time. They would have been put in the kitchen with the others and there would have been no escape route in which to retrieve the gun.
Next, the gun that Noah got was a gun that he had recently bought and had taken over to this friend’s apartment to show him a few days previously. For whatever reason, he hadn’t taken it home with him, therefore it was still there that fateful night.
When Cindy left the police department [after the survivors were all interviewed] downtown, she happened to stop at a convenience store for a cold drink – a store that she had never been to before and that wasn’t near her home or office. She heard the cashiers say something about someone having been “shot in the head.”
They were discussing the man who had just left the store as Cindy arrived who said his son had just been shot in the head. It was Noah’s father. So Noah’s father and Dylan’s mother crossed paths that night, each unaware of the other.
Stories like this prompt me to believe that nothing is random. Dig deeply enough and you’ll find a strange order and organization to events.