There was a young married couple who lived in our neighborhood. They seemed to be content with their life together. The man traveled quite often for his employment. Some things happened in their marriage and soon after we heard that they were getting a divorce. The man moved out of the house and the woman began to set up the life she would have on her own.
I was over at one of our friend's house and noticed that a truck was in the driveway that I hadn't seen for a long time. The closer I looked, I realized that the truck in the driveway, next door, belonged to the man that had divorced his wife some months before. I didn't think much about it, at the time. I went to bed that evening and suddenly began to get an unsettled feeling about the truck being at that house. The longer I lay in bed the stronger the impression got that I should go and check out the situation. I finally sat up on the edge of the bed. Becky asked if everything was alright with me. I told her what I was feeling and expressed to her that I needed to go check on the home and make sure everything was fine. She agreed. The biggest dilemma for me was that it was late and I didn't want to be inconsiderate to anyone. I couldn't take it anymore. I called my friend, who lived next door to the house I was concerned about, to see if he would go check on the house with me. Of course, he was more than willing to do it. We walked up to the door and knocked. We waited for a minute and then the door opened. It was the young woman who lived there. We could tell that she had been crying because her eyes were tear-stained. I asked if everything was okay. She hesitated briefly. With her hesitation I knew that something was wrong. A man called out her name. The woman turned around away from us as if she was scared. I recognized the voice of the man. "Brian." I inquired. The young woman immediately opened the door wide. Brian seemed surprised to see my friend and I at the door. "Is everything alright?" I asked. "What are you doing here?" Was my next question. We were invited into the house. We stood there in the entry way and visited for a few minutes. The situation seemed heated and uncomfortable between the young couple. We asked the man if he could please get what he needed and then get going. He said that he would. When we knew that all was calm, we left to go back to our homes. As we left the house, my friend and I talked about our visit. We hoped and prayed that things would be alright with this couple.
I got home and felt good about the decision to go and check.
My dad has taught me on many occasions that when I get an impression, no matter if its big or small, I should act on it immediately.
I was grateful that I had finally acted on the feeling I had gotten. None of us will ever know why we get the feelings we get sometimes. I'm thankful on that night, long ago, that I listened and acted.
