A few more ad hoc stories:
-I was 18 and I had severe panic attacks. In order to battle my panic attacks, I underwent therapy, took meds, and went on an exercise program. As part of my exercise program, I went on a mile walk 5 nites a week for an extended amount of time. Newly diagnosed with severe panic attacks, I always wondered aloud “Why do you have to give me this God? Why must you harm me? Do you exist? Do you care?” I always asked God for a sign for His existence and His care for me.
So for a span of weeks when I took these almost nightly walks, I found crosses and crucifixes wherever I went. Where did I find these? I walked around my suburban neighborhood and I gazed at the houses and saw crucifixes and crosses hanging in so many rooms that had the blinds open those nights. One night I was walking and stumbled on some sticks out in the middle of a sidewalk. I looked back and saw that these sticks from trees were shaped...perfectly...in the sign of a cross.
-My grandmother, despite her Catholicism, went to fortune tellers and psychics. She went to 1 psychic who was precise and accurate. The psychic said one of her sons will get into a car accident soon (3 months later it happened), another soon will lose his finger (which happened a few days later) and her husband (my grandfather) will die of lung troubles (he was a smoker and died of emphysema about 10 years later).
One time my husband and I were out partying in Cambridge for our anniversary. We had a great dinner and went to some clubs and danced. We were tipsy and happy walking back to the hotel. We passed a psychic and my husband said he had never visited one but he wanted to go in. I said i would if it was me who got the reading and I did that becasue I knew not to give her any clues to help her along.
To make a long story short she assumed I was about 15 years younger than I was - a student at one of the universities and she thought my husband was not my boyfriend - too old for me! I let her go on and she gave me a reading in the context of being a college kid. It was a riot. Ha!