A lot of people have an interest in my spiritual side, especially my psychic and intuitive side, and yes I do plan on posting about this element of my life, especially on why I passionately believe you only grow your sixth sense through faith, but today, I need to get straight down to simply posting my gratitude to my God, my guides, and my angels who today have saved me from a costly mistake. Phew! And yes I am still on a high, a high of joy, relief, trust, gratitude, and wonder.
I will be having surgery in March, it has been long awaited, and it has been a long journey for me to save the necessary money for the over $9000 in out of pocket expenses. Last week I paid the surgeon, and today I went to my bank to pay the anaesthetist, the full fee being required up front. Although I have been saving for two years, I would actually be short at this point if I had not just received the first payment from the estate of my beloved late aunt. I do believe my aunt has a great interest in my wellbeing and was definitely watching over me today, particularly while I was at the bank and the mall.
In the bank today, I asked the teller if she could make the direct deposit of my anaesthetist fees into his account, which she proceeded to arrange, a transfer of over $2000 I might add. After the teller had filled out the online form, she printed a copy and asked me to check it and sign it. I held the print out and looked carefully at the amount, the name of the person it was being paid to, and the account number it was being paid into. Believe me, I looked carefully at that account number, and read it as being correct. I signed the document and left the bank.
Then it was time for me to do my grocery shopping, and for some reason, while I was waiting in line at the checkout I whipped out the bank document and checked it again. Yep. Still correct. Put it back in my bag, paid the cashier, went to the food court, picked up a takeaway container of lovely Chinese food, went to sit to wait for my family. For some reason, even though it was less than 5 minutes since I had checked my form while in line at the supermarket, I took out the document again, at this point I saw that the account number my money was to be paid into was in fact, not correct. The teller had put two numbers in the wrong order, and we had both failed to see it when we checked.
My heart leaped into my throat, I got up and powered my trolley through the mall and got back into the queue for the bank wondering if the money transfer was immediate or not, where was my money, was it safe? If it had been paid into the wrong account, and I had signed the transfer… it might all be classed as my mistake. And if the money went into a dishonest person’s account I could very well be paying $4000+ for something that should only have cost me half that… since I would have to go ahead and pay the anaesthetist or no surgery for me!
Standing in line at the bank, so much was going through my mind… but fortunately for me, the branch manager came out and asked if anyone had any non cash business to attend to (since the line was so long and slow moving). Me! I have non cash business to attend to! Yay! I quickly explained the situation and the manager asked me which teller had served me, she went behind the counter, found my transfer paper work, and corrected the account number, signing and stamping the changes and saying it will fine. Fine! I love the word!
And I feel more than fine, I can tell you, when you know you are being loved and protected it is a wonderful thing.