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Awesome story my friend. I'm not sure if I shared this story or not. I lived with a girl that I went through treatment with. Our friendship started when I told her to shut up. She was annoying everyone by talking and saying nothing or not making sense, interrupting and the other girls elected me as spokesperson to tell her. One of the girls wanted to punch her out.

She was diagnosed as having a multiple personality disorder. One of her personalities was a cutter. This one day she switched and she took a glass through it from the door way into the sink and it smashed to pieces. She started picking up chards of glass and cutting herself. I didn't know what to do. I was terrified for her and did not know how to get her grounded and switched back to herself. I went upstairs to my bedroom, got on my knees and asked for help. I felt the peace come over me from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. I swear the hand of God touched me. I got up and I was at peace and as calm as can be and went down and handled the whole situation. Shortly after that I had to make a decision to leave because I had to keep myself safe. This was at two years sober.

Later at seven years sober. I did a meditation with my cards. Pulled the ones that I was guided to and laid back on my easy boy chair and again felt that peace from head to toe. When I got up I felt like I had a major physical healing. My body had been very uptight and rigid as a result of the four rapes that happend on my road to recovery. The only way I could describe it was that I got my zig to go with my zag and lost the fear of putting the wrong foot foward and doing the wrong thing.

God has shown me that He is with me many times in my life. As you say, thinking of someone and having them appear or hearing news of them.

As a guy in my group use to say, "That's not odd, that's God."

There have been several of these incidents in my life. I lived on the 11th floor of a apartment building and a monarch butterfly flew by. Later that day, after a meditation, the pain that I always felt when my breast were touch went away.

When I quit smoking, I was in the hospital with a violent migraine. I had been given medication that depleated all the electrolites in my system and they said if I had waited another hour, two at most, I would have been dead. They gave me a shot of demoral at 8 a.m. after waking up with the migraine at 7 a.m. I went downstairs to have a cigarette, passed a woman cleaning the floors and the smell of the pine cleaner triggered another migraine. When I got outside, I sat at the picnic bench and a hornet came along, and I got angry and went to leave and then I thought no, enough is enough. I sat back down and said, "God I can't handle this anymore, please help me." The words were no sooner out of my mouth and a monarch butterfly came and landed a few feet from me. It sat there for a minute, then flew up and did a figure eight in the sky several times and flew away. I felt like my prayer had been answered. I went back into the hospital, the doctor came in and told me they were going to change my blood pressure medication and were going to give me another shot of demoral and sending me home. I was very upset and said, "Can't you do anything to help me besides give me medication?" They gave me the shot at 12 noon and I was home 15 minutes later still with a migraine.

That was my last migraine. The last one that put me to bed, and I never had to go back to the hospital. I don't know if it was the migraine or the fact that I quit smoking 3 months later. When I quit smoking, I found out that I was allergic to smoke of any kind, not just cigarettes. I have started getting headaches lately and hoping it is not going to develop into the same old cycle. I had those migraines for the first 7 years of my recovery although I often think that a lot of them were my body detoxing, mentally, emotionally and physically.

I think I already shared some of this, sorry if it is a repeat. I also sponsored a gay guy and when he asked me to be his sponsor, we were at the Bay Front Park and sitting on a picnic table. After he asked me to be his sponsor, a monarch butterfly landed on the picnic table between us. I am no longer his sponsor because he stopped working a program, not interested in doing step work and stopped going to meetings and he got angry at me when I told him he was on a dry drunk and fired me.

He hasn't picked up a drink but has put on over 50 lbs and is taking narcotic medication. He still phones me every few months and that is okay.