I PAID FOR A FORTUNE TELLER’S BUS FARE WHILE TAKING MY ONE-YEAR-OLD SON TO THE DOCTOR—SHE SLIPPED ME A NOTE BEFORE SHE LEFT

It was a gray California morning, the kind that feels off but you can’t say why. My one-year-old son, Jamie, was strapped in his stroller, his soft breaths fogging the plastic cover. He’d had a fever all night, and I was determined to get him to the doctor. Since my wife passed during childbirth, I’ve raised Jamie alone, doing my best to be both father and mother.

The bus screeched to a stop, and I hauled the stroller up, apologizing to the driver. At the next stop, an older woman boarded, draped in flowing skirts and jangling bangles. She hesitated near the driver, rummaging through a worn purse. “I don’t have enough for the fare,” she said, her tone embarrassed.

The driver scowled. “I’M NOT A CHARITY. IF YOU DON’T HAVE THE MONEY, YOU CAN WALK.” Her face reddened as she looked around, unsure. Without thinking, I handed over a couple of dollars. “I’ll cover it,” I said. She turned to me, her dark eyes intense. “Thank you,” she whispered and shuffled to the back.

As I exited, maneuvering Jamie’s stroller, she pressed a folded note into my hand. “You’ll need this,” she said softly. At the clinic, while Jamie dozed, I opened it, expecting some vague, fortune-teller mumbo jumbo. Instead, my stomach dropped as I read the words scrawled in jagged handwriting. “THIS CAN’T BE REAL!” I said aloud.

The note read, “Your greatest sorrow has already come and gone. Your next gift arrives when you open a door you thought was closed forever. Trust what your heart knows, or you’ll miss the moment that heals you both.”

I sat there in the clinic’s waiting room, plastic chairs squeaking under me, heart pounding in my ears. At first, I wanted to dismiss it. After all, what kind of fortune-teller would slip you something cryptic like that? But then I remembered: I had lost my wife, Alyssa, the greatest sorrow of my life. The note claimed that the worst was behind me—but then it spoke of a “door you thought was closed forever.” That line set my mind spinning. I hadn’t allowed myself to dream of moving on. How could I? My focus was Jamie, making sure he was safe and healthy.

They called Jamie’s name, and I tucked the note in my pocket. Inside the exam room, the pediatrician checked him thoroughly. Luckily, it turned out to be a mild viral infection, nothing more, and she sent us home with instructions for fluids, rest, and watchful care. Relief washed over me as I gently buckled Jamie back into his stroller.

But the fortune teller’s words kept echoing in my mind all day. “Trust what your heart knows.” I tried to brush it off as coincidence or a random scrap of paper. Even so, a feeling kept tugging at me—like a barely open door in a quiet hallway, inviting me to push it wider.

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