Truth is Stranger than Fiction

“Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.”
-Mark Twain

While writing my book, I made the plot as plausible as possible, even though it delves into the  paranormal. Readers will buy a few coincidences, but not a book full of them. What happened to me could never be included in a novel. It’s just too crazy. I hesitated to blog about it.

My first annual cancer tests approached. Both my OB-Gyn and my oncologist were concerned about my thyroid and ordered a lab test. Life has its ups and downs. I prayed for a sign that everything would be okay.

I have a few crosses and made an appointment to have them blessed. My favorite had been purchased with other silver jewelry at an auction long ago. The cross is very reflective and has an aquamarine set in the center. After it was blessed, I fastened it to my bracelet. Cool! I’d never worn a cross.

Danny and I prepared for a weekend trip. Packing proved a breeze since we would only be away for two nights. I asked him what time we should leave in the morning. He thought 7:00 AM would be early enough. He handed me the itinerary and I never looked at the time of departure, but noticed the pre-TSA endorsement. This time he got it and I didn’t. I’m such a shady character.

After waking at 5:30 AM and getting ready to leave for the airport, I looked at our departure time. He had misread it.

“Our flight leaves at 8:38!”

We sped out the door. Danny threw my purse in the back of the car as I jumped into the driver’s seat. Our chances of making this flight were slim to none. I knew I had forgotten something and mentioned it on the forty-five minute drive to the airport. I was relieved to feel my phone in my back pocket.


Temporary parking closest to the terminal would save us time. We had to run. Danny carried a bag and golf clubs. I would check my small suitcase and carry my heavy computer bag. We took the elevator and then raced to Southwest’s curbside check-in. The attendant thought we would make it. I grabbed the receipt for the for our bags and ran inside after Danny. While riding the escalator down to security, I realized I didn’t have my driver’s license. I swung around an searched for an escalator back up. I would have to take the elevator. I imagined someone had already picked up my license. I was screwed. I yelled to Danny, “I lost my driver’s license!”

“I’ve got it!” he shouted back.

Thank God. He joined the pre-TSA line and would run to gate C-49 to tell them I was close behind.

When I finally made it to security, I checked my back pocket and pulled out a pen. My phone was gone! I either dropped it on the way, or it slipped out in the car.

I bolted. With my heavy bag slung over my shoulder and silver flip flops that cut the tops of my feet, I sprinted back to the car. I was afraid to look. The front seats were empty. I’d left it at home or lost it while running to my flight. I didn’t have time to dink around, and yet, here I was.

I raced through security and then down to the train. Of course, I had to go to Terminal C, the farthest away. I blew past everyone and ran up the escalator. I sprinted by everyone on the moving sidewalk. I looked at all the numbers and couldn’t find my gate.

Then I heard my name over the loudspeaker, “Susan Lindau. Please report to Gate C-49, immediately.”

I ran to C-39 and asked the attendant, “Where’s C-49?”

“I’m sorry ma’am. It’s on the opposite end of the terminal.”

Soaked with sweat and exhausted, I continued my sprint through the main concourse to the other side of the terminal. Of course it was at the far end. Danny was standing in front of the gate. I made it!

Somewhere along the way, I inhaled someone’s sweater fuzz. I tried to cough it out. When I entered the plane I said, “I’m so sorry everyone! Thanks for waiting for me!”

I sat down in the last available seat and kept coughing. That little fuzz tickled. The man next to me was a retired surgeon. He was very concerned and thought I was hyperventilating or having an asthma attack. “I started running a few weeks ago. I’m in great shape. I inhaled something.” The flight attendant brought me a cup of water.

Then I glanced at my bracelet. While sprinting like a maniac through the airport for a couple miles, my cross had fallen off! I was so bummed and I told him, “I can do without my phone, but I just had that cross blessed.”

“Someone else needed a sign and found it,” he said. I smiled and thought I could also use a sign.

When I told my story over the weekend, others agreed sometimes we lose things so others can benefit.

I called my son, Kelly, who house-sat for the weekend. He ran upstairs to my office where I had charged my cell the night before.

He giggled and said, “It’s right here chillin’ on the floor.”

When we returned on Sunday, I stopped in lost and found. The man checked his computer, but couldn’t find anything fitting my  description. He handed me a card with a website where I could fill out a form and a phone number to call.

The next day, I ran several errands. I attended a class in Denver that evening. Tuesday, I played tennis and set my racket on the passenger seat. Afterward, I checked the fuel indicator. I was driving on fumes.

I remembered the card as I pulled into the gas station. I still needed to email and call the airport about my cross! As I stopped in front of the pump, my racket slipped off the seat to the floor. I gasped. My cross sat right in the center of the passenger seat. While typing these words, I got goosebumps, again. 

Try setting something like a book or a purse on top of a surface without looking at it first. Really. Try it. It’s unnatural, right? How did I not see it the ten times I had set my purse on the passenger seat during the last few days? Danny must have sat right on it.

How did the cross get there anyway? It was across the crack, not in it. If I’d found it on the floor, I wouldn’t have been so stunned. I had never sat or reached across the passenger seat before losing it. Remember, my purse was in the back of the car. The irony? I was thinking it may be sitting in lost and found at the airport when the racket fell to the floor.

Everyone has their own belief system. To me, this was a sign.

Could I work this into the plot of a novel? No. It’s too ridiculous.

Truth is stranger than fiction.

Even though I was in shock and began to cry, I had my wits about me and took a few pictures.


Crazy or what?

 My cancer test results came back on Monday. Everything was normal, including my thyroid. YAY!


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    1. Thanks Lisa! I wasn’t sure if I should post this, but it’s the truth. I would love to be able to shut off the worry, so I ask for signs to calm me down. This one was like seeing a ghost!


    1. I didn’t realize how worried I was about the results, until I heard from the nurse. Since being diagnosed with breast cancer, I worried it could be somewhere else in my body. Fourteen months later, I am truly cancer-free! Whew! Finding the cross was a sign for me. Everything has worked out!


  1. Truly wonderful news, glad you found everything you couldn’t find when you needed it! though, I think the cross was there the entire time you just couldn’t see it, I like your seatmates explanation and Twain is correct, sometimes the things we experience are beyond explanation, we just have to accept that someone is looking after us. Wishing you a great week…Clay


    1. I know. The position of it was remarkable. There’s a big seam. You would think a part of if would fallen into it, but it lay across. So very unbelievable and yet there it was!
      Have a great week, my friend! Thanks Clay!


  2. Oh, yes, I’m all about signs, too! And you’re right – all your wacky running around and dashing from one of the terminal to the other would never be believable in a book, but life certainly doesn’t work that way. I’m happiest that your test results are so great! Whatever happened to the fur ball?? 😉


    1. Thanks D! I was so relieved they came back normal.
      Running to the end of the terminal and not being able to find the gate, then hearing my name over the loudspeaker was like a movie! Ridiculous. 🙂
      It took a while, but my throat finally stopped tickling. It had to be a fiber or something.


    1. The book I just finished is a paranormal thriller. Eventually, I will put together my Boob Report book based on my blog posts.
      Your mom and I could exchange a lot of crazy stories!
      Thanks Dayanara!


    1. Thanks Jessica!
      It was very shocking. I thought I’d never see it again and there it was. I forgot to mention that I drove and was never in the passenger seat!!
      I am so relieved about the test. 🙂


  3. I’m very glad that your thyroid is healthy, your phone was home on charge and your cross was in the car. I don’t find any of this that strange because when we hurry, that’s always the perfect time to lose, misplace, not notice or forget things. Now that you have your cross, I think that’s a sign to take hightail it over to a jeweler and have it welded onto your bracelet.


  4. If you had lost anything else, I’d say kiss it good-bye, but a cross – not so much.

    I love that story and I’m so glad everything worked out the way it should. Did you recover your phone?

    Patricia Rickrode
    w/a Jansen Schmidt


  5. God speaks to us in so many amazing ways, and the bottom line is He can do anything He wants. The logical part of me says it was there all the time and the racket dislodged it from the base of the seat/back. The rest of me knows that it could have been anywhere else but that seat (or nowhere at all) until the moment God wanted you to have it back. Either way, He moved that cross.

    I’m so glad to hear your good test results. Puts being late or even missing a flight into perspective, doesn’t it? 🙂


    1. I agree. To me, this was as shocking as seeing a ghost in broad daylight.
      I didn’t realize how I’d been stressing out about the results. After being diagnosed last year, a thought nagged that maybe cancer was someplace else too. I had to wait over a year to find out! I’m so excited!
      Thanks Michelle!


  6. Excellent news on your thyroid!!! 😀

    And that cross? It was just shy. Didn’t want anyone to see it until it was ready to be seen … and it was probably hanging with all those single socks that also have a bad case of the shys!


    1. Thanks Widdershins and cancer-free! Yay!
      What was so strange was I never sat in the passenger seat and had looked around my car for my cell, so who knows???
      Where do all those socks go?


  7. Definitely signs. And I believe in them. I think God sends them to us…so it sounds like he was sending you a dual message. Have a little faith…and it’s all going to be okay! 🙂


    1. Exactly! It was pretty powerful with the timing of it. I didn’t go into all the details, but I never sat in the passenger seat, my purse was in the back and I had looked for my cell phone….. Really crazy! Since then, everything has worked out amazingly well!
      Great to “see” you Kitt! Thanks!


  8. “Sometimes we lose things so others can benefit.” What a lovely way to look at it. There’s someone out there benefitting from the dozens of socks that I’ve lost in the laundry over the years. (It’s always the socks that go missing.) 🙂
    I’m so glad to hear that your tests came back normal!


    1. Thanks Jackie! I was so relieved. I had worried since last year! They didn’t test for other cancers… gulp… I can fully breathe now.
      As for those socks, maybe they hold the key to teleportation. They’re probably way ahead of us!


  9. That was an awesome story. I can’t believe it was on the seat this whole time. What a trip! And that talk that the surgeon had with you on the plane about maybe someone else needing it was pretty good advice I thought. I’ve heard that before, supposed to make you feel better about losing something, but it doesn’t always work. Anyhow, so glad you found it and everything ended well 😉


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