I woke up one morning and heard, very forcefully, "BMT. Bomb."
I sat up in bed like a shot and thought, "I know who said that!"
Some background: When I was 16, I "discovered" guardian angels, and after a little while I realized that there must be a guardian angel in charge of the NYC subway system. I called him the GATA (Guardian Angel of the Transit Authority) and I would say hi to him when I entered the subway and thank him when I got to school on time. And what was cool was, after I started saying hi to him and thanking him for stuff, I was never late to school again because of a subway mixup. Before then, I was consistently late twice per marking period.
He's an awesome angel.
However, I've moved away from NYC, and I hadn't thought about him for a while until I woke up hearing that voice, and I immediately knew it was him, and I needed to pray. It was post 9/11. I asked the anencephaly support group to pray with me, and my mother and some friends.
For non new-yorkers, the BMT is a series of subway lines in Manhattan. I believe the N, the R, the D...
Anyhow, after a while I forgot to pray about that any longer, until one day I remembered and started up again. The next day, my mother emailed me and said, "Oh, did I forget to tell you about the bombing that got prevented?"
Apparently the police had foiled a plot to bomb the 34th station in Manhattan where all the BMT lines converge. I looked up the news article, and I was stunned.
I guess it really was him, the GATA, asking for some help in exchange for getting me to school on time all those years, and for holding the doors that extra second so I could get in, or getting my mom a seat, and all the other neat things he did.