Two Tickets and a Leap of Faith ( first posted on thebarefootfoodie.org on 9 Aug 2016 )

Two Tickets and a Leap of Faith

AUGUST 9, 2016BAREFOOT LIVING

Saajan Singh is a 6 year old boy who wanted to go to the National Stadium to watch the fireworks “live”. HIs Dad took him there in a taxi, father and son dressed in red tops, just for the occasion. The only catch was that they did not have any tickets…

It was just another ordinary day for me, getting ready to go to the National Stadium with A, also dressed in red. We got there an hour later than scheduled because I forgot about the tickets, made the U-turn to return home to get them, missed a turn and did another big detour, something I’d typically do…

G was already there earlier, for some official duties and we were going to meet up with him after the show.

Then, things took a surprising turn. While heading towards the Stadium, G called A to say that we could join him instead of being seated separately, so I was left with two extra tickets. I wondered who I could give them to….

Suddenly this man approached me and asked if I had an extra ticket. He is Pritam Singh, a man of faith, who prayed that he could get two tickets so that he could take his son to watch the National Day Parade. I was the person with the tickets. So much for being late, and the detours. It did not matter in the end and the timing was perfect!

What are the odds of something like this happening? Has anyone, in the history of the NDP, ever got admission by a free ticket issued on the spot? Not a chance, in the natural scheme of things. But I believe in the supernatural, and so did Pritam and young Saajan. “Faith is the currency of heaven”, Pritam proclaims, and indeed it paved the way for our paths to cross and for a divine exchange to be made.

This is my best National Day yet, and even more so for a loving Dad with his son. The show and fireworks were flawless but what lingered was a warm glow in my heart to be able to be a channel of joy today. How awesome to be part of an answered prayer!

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