I have been brought up in a very religious and pious environment with a strict code of conduct on rituals and a firm belief in the existence of God. My mother always told me wherever you are stuck, you have to silently and very calmly pray, and the best way will be on your way.
My belief in my mother’s belief became a reality when I was travelling recently from Germany to Belgium by train. It was the last train from Hamburg after I completed my day’s work and I had to arrive in Antwerp late night with a change of train at Koln. Being very confident on my own experiences of Europe and being more assured on the usually nicely laid-out directions, I was just on my way at the Koln railway station, looking for my next train.
A spine chilling winter cold wave and fog had surrounded the station and it being very late, I was seemingly the last man waiting on the platform. I couldn’t even spot a single helper or any other person whom I could ask for the right platform for an Antwerp train. I couldn’t even spot the display boards. I walked the entire length of the platform just in a bid to spot a human, and at last saw a man who just refused to listen.
I was scared of the dreadful night ahead as well as missed-out meetings for the next day. It was here my mother’s beliefs so naturally made me make an honest pray to God for help.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, an old woman appeared next to me, held me by my hand and led me across a foot bridge over several tracks to reach a platform where a train was just waiting for me! She gave me a hurried sign to step in,
and it all happened so quickly that the moment I stepped in the train, it started moving.
And when I looked around to say thanks, she was gone. Whoever she was, for me she was an angel.