“I was very, very afraid.”
When my son, Phillip, decided to work in France for a year, I was happy for him. Little did I know what was about to occur.
At first everything went well. He got along fine with his new coworkers, and he enjoyed traveling about the countryside, taking in the culture, the people. But his letters started to have an edge to them and I knew something was bothering him.
When we would speak on the phone, it appeared he was hesitant and unsure of himself, and although I would kind of probe to find out if something was wrong, he said everything was fine.
Then one day I received a call from his supervisor and was told Phillip hadn’t been in for the last week and he wasn’t answering his phone. I was shocked because Phillip would never do something like that. He was conscientious and very responsible. I was very, very afraid.
After several more days of not hearing from him, I was beside myself. Then I had the strangest premonition. I had a vision of Phillip sitting alone in a room, deeply depressed.
I didn’t know what else to do and I hesitated to call his supervisor for fear that would cost Phillip his job. But I didn’t know anyone else, so I made the call.
Well, the man was very nice and he went over to my son’s apartment, and sure enough, he found Phillip to be in a very bad, depressed state.
Phillip returned home shortly thereafter and I’m happy to report that he’s making good progress. He’s not completely healed yet, but he’s home and in good hands. I’ve had premonitions in the past and have learned to trust them.