For the past few months I haven’t been able to sleep the full nine hours I should be. I don’t even take naps. I’ll sleep for about two hours and then wake up so suddenly. I believe I wake up in haste for a reason. I truly believe something is connected to my heart. Whenever something isn’t right, my heart receives the stress signal. My heart quickly transports the signals to my brain who then calls for my body to wake up.

I don’t wake up out of nightmares. It’s out of scary realities. Someone somewhere is possibly up at night, too. With thoughts racing. With a heart hurting. Something somewhere is not right. I can feel it. I’m just not sure who it’s connected to…

However, something happened last night. Last night was a really bad night for me. Last night could have been fatal. But it wasn’t. I was saved. I received a call. I didn’t know what to do. I forgot the sound of my own ringtone. I forgot how to slide my finger to answer a call. I haven’t had an incoming call in maybe a month. I thought it was a call from someone whose voice I long to hear. Sadly, it wasn’t. It was from an unknown number. I missed the call, though. But I felt a second call coming. I waited patiently. There it was. Not a minute to spare.

I answer as quick as I could. I ask “Hello” a couple times. There was no reply. The call ended after about my third hello. I was sad to hear it end so quickly. I didn’t know who it was. Perhaps it was the person my heart is connected to. Perhaps it was someone fooling around with me. Perhaps I will never know. Perhaps I will not receive a third call. Perhaps I will…

I hope I get another chance to speak to this person. They were a blessing and didn’t even know it. Their call was a miracle. Their call saved me from death. They taught me life is worth living, no matter how hard it gets and how close to death I get. I am forever grateful for the unknown. I hope to find out who they are and pass along my gratitude.