Hola amigos de womentribe!! hoy quiero unirme a la iniciativa de nuestra amiga 
Hive account@syllem, sobre ese evento o suceso inesperado que ocurrió en nuestras vidas y al que no le encontramos explicación. La verdad es que a mí me pasan cosas inexplicables, pero éstas que voy a contarles me han sido bastante significativas por la relación que llevé con mis abuelos maternos. La primera fue hace bastante tiempo, iba a salir con unas amigas para ir a un restaurante en las afueras de la ciudad y quedábamos de vernos en casa de la que tenía carro para irnos juntas a el lugar, yo comencé arreglarme y al estar lista llamé un taxi para ir donde mi amiga, como era una hora de bastante tráfico no conseguía ningún carro disponible. Paso como una hora y mis amigas ya casi se iban sin mí, yo intente hablar con una vecina para que hiciera el favor de llevarme a casa de mi amiga y me dijo que no que su esposo se había llevado el carro. Al final les dije a mis amigas que se fueran y las alcanzaría en el sitio. Continúe llamando un taxi y nada ya me comencé a impacientar, y mis amigas me llamaban constantemente para saber porque no había llegado, les dije coman sin mí y diviértanse, no iré. Ya para la media noche me llamo la hermana de una de mis amigas y me dijo si estaba con ellas porque estaban llamando al celular y salía apagado (en ese entonces no todo el mundo tenia celular y sólo dos del grupo teníamos), le dije que no, que no había podido llegar al sitio y me quede en casa. Ya varios de los familiares estaban preocupados y cuando mis amigas aparecieron como a la 1 a.m, llegaron muertas de miedo y contaron que había caído un fuerte aguacero, se les había dañado un caucho en plena carretera, casi las asaltan de no ser por un señor que las ayudo. La verdad es que cuando me contaron lo sucedido, recordé que mi abuela me decía: “cuando tienes muchas trabas para ir a un lugar, te devuelves porque olvidaste algo, tienes un presentimiento de que no debes, o todo lo contrario, que debes ir y realizar algo, lo mejor es hacerle caso a esas señales” o a ese “sexto sentido” como lo llama nuestra amiga Hive account@syllem para evitar un mal rato, encontrar un cambio positivo en tu vida o en mi caso, como decía mi abuela esas señales me preservaron de pasar ese mal rato que pasaron mis amigas.
Les comento que, Yo siempre tuve una conexión muy especial con mis abuelos, pasaba vacaciones con ellos, me visitaban cuando vivía en otra ciudad, compartí hobbies, el amor por la época de oro del cine, tuve la dicha de cuidarlos cuando ya estaban enfermos hasta que tristemente partieron de este plano y tengo muy bellos recuerdos a su lado de cuando estuvieron vivos. Por lo que hay días en qué, estando triste o no, puedo sentir el perfume de ellos en mi habitación especialmente el de mi abuelo, no les puedo decir si dura 1 minuto o sólo unos segundos, pero se siente el olor fuerte y tengo esa sensación de que están ahí conmigo, porque la energía se siente diferente es como una calma que no sé explicarles, pero se siente tan bien saber que ellos aun están conmigo y me siguen cuidando.
Si alguien le ha pasado algo así con algún ser querido, me gustaría que me compartieran su experiencia.
Me gustaría invitar a participar de esta iniciativa a las amigas 
Hive account@rlathulerie y 
Hive account@yasmarit.
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Hello friends of womentribe! today I want to join the initiative of our friend Hive account@syllem, about that unexpected event or occurrence that happened in our lives and to which we can't find an explanation. The truth is that inexplicable things happen to me, but these that I am going to tell you have been quite significant for me because of the relationship I had with my maternal grandparents. The first one was a long time ago, I was going out with some friends to go to a restaurant in the outskirts of the city and we arranged to meet at the house of the one who had a car to go together to the place, I started to get ready and when I was ready I called a cab to go to my friend, as it was a time of heavy traffic I could not get any car available. About an hour passed and my friends were almost leaving without me, I tried to talk to a neighbor to ask her to take me to my friend's house and she said no, her husband had taken the car. In the end I told my friends to leave and I would meet them at the site. I kept calling for a cab and nothing and I started to get impatient, and my friends kept calling me to know why I had not arrived, I told them to eat without me and have fun, I will not go. By midnight the sister of one of my friends called me and asked me if I was with them because they were calling my cell phone and it was turned off (at that time not everyone had a cell phone and only two of the group had one), I said no, that I had not been able to get to the site and I stayed at home. Several of the family members were already worried and when my friends showed up at about 1 a.m., they arrived scared to death and told me that a heavy downpour had fallen, a tire had been damaged in the middle of the road, and they were almost assaulted if it had not been for a man who helped them. The truth is that when they told me what happened, I remembered that my grandmother told me: “when you have many obstacles to go to a place, you turn back because you forgot something, you have a feeling that you should not, or on the contrary, you should go and do something, it is best to pay attention to those signs” or that “sixth sense” as our friend Hive account@syllem calls it to avoid a bad time, find a positive change in your life or in my case, as my grandmother said those signs kept me from having that bad time that my friends went through.
I always had a very special connection with my grandparents, I spent vacations with them, they visited me when I lived in another city, I shared hobbies, the love for the golden age of cinema, I had the joy of taking care of them when they were sick until they sadly left this plane and I have very beautiful memories with them when they were alive. So there are days when, being sad or not, I can feel their perfume in my room especially my grandfather's, I can't tell you if it lasts 1 minute or just a few seconds, but you can feel the strong smell and I have that feeling that they are there with me, because the energy feels different, it's like a calm that I can't explain, but it feels so good to know that they are still with me and they are still taking care of me.
If anyone has had something like this happen to a loved one, I would like you to share your experience with me.
I would like to invite my friends Hive account@rlathulerie and Hive account@yasmarit to participate in this initiative.
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