A Story About Faith, Belief… and Being Heard

I tell people stories like this all the time. Some look at me like I’m crazy. Some nod politely but clearly don’t believe me. And then—when the thing I said would happen actually does —they just stare at me in silence.

And I always think the same thing: how could you not believe? Do you really think it’s coincidence when I ask for something very specific… and that exact thing shows up? Sure. Coincidence.

So here’s one of those stories....

Recently, we had a major snowstorm here on the East Coast—15 to 20 inches depending on where you were. We haven’t had snow like that in years. And honestly, I love snow. I don’t mind shoveling. I’m good at it. I’ve always shoveled wherever I’ve lived and helped others when I could. I like to tell myself it’s a great workout.

But this storm was different. The snow was coming fast and heavy, and I knew I had to keep my mother’s house cleared all day long.

We tried calling a snow removal guy we’ve used before, but he was injured. He said he might know someone else. The moment he said that, I knew—deep down—that no one was coming. No logic. Just intuition. I knew this was on me. (Not every family story looks like a Hallmark movie—and that’s okay.)

So I did what I always do. I turned to my faith. To God. To the universe. To my angels. Because even when they take their time—lol—they always hear me in some form. And I know so many people feel unheard, which is exactly why I tell these stories. To keep people believing. To keep people in the light.

I asked for just two things. I said, I’ll do my part. I’ll show up and do the best I can. I just need help with two things.

First, I asked that my car not get buried in snow and ice. The last time, I didn’t clear it well and driving afterward wasn’t safe. I knew I wouldn’t have the time or energy to keep climbing up to clear it properly while also shoveling nonstop.

Second, I asked that when the plows came at the end—when the snow and ice would be too heavy for me—help would arrive.

That was it. Very specific. Straight from the heart. Then I went to work. I shoveled all day. Every other hour. Like an absolute maniac. By the end of the day, I honestly didn’t think I’d feel my body the next morning. And there was still another inch or two expected overnight.

But here’s the part where people stop believing.

Not a single bit of snow fell on my car. Nothing. You can think I’m exaggerating—I’m not. Snow drifts everywhere else… but my car? Completely clear.

You can thank the wind if you want. Or snow drifts. Or physics. Or maybe an angel brushing it off with its wings. I’ll let you decide.

The next day, I went back out to shovel again, completely exhausted, thinking, I don’t know how I’m going to finish this. And then—out of nowhere—a man appeared and cleared the path I had given up on. Shortly after, another neighbor came over and handled the heaviest part I physically couldn’t do.

Angel inspired, if you ask me.

I went inside afterward and thanked God and my angels. My two sincere, very specific requests were fulfilled. I did my part. They did theirs. And God knew that with everything else I was carrying, my body and soul could only do so much.

So here’s the point. Don’t give up. Give it your all. Show up and do your part. Help will arrive. Not always exactly how you imagine—but sometimes more specifically than you ever expected. Sometimes in ways you never would have thought of. Sometimes through people you didn’t see coming.

Have faith. Know you are being listened to. Know you are being guided.

Just keep showing up. The rest meets you halfway.