The cabal having bankrupted us, money was tight to say the least so hubby wasn't too happy that I spent $20 per week to go play Bingo. But it was the only coping mechanism I had at that point to keep my head above water.
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Each week I'd come home from Bingo and John would ask me "So how much did you win?" And each week I'd have to tell him "Nothing."
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Coincidentally (or perhaps not given how the Angelics work) I'd just read an article about angels and how one could call on them to help them out. I figured I had nothing to lose at that point so why not give it a try?
I asked for an angel to just let me have fun - something that was lacking in my life due to my constant abductions.
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I'd no sooner asked for this angel than I got a flash of an angel with a face like a Hummel figurine. Specifically like the figurine in the illustration at the top of the page. I don't care for the name Oliver so I don't know what possessed me to call him Oliver, but that's what I called hiim.
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The next week I went to Bingo and won $2800. I came home and John asked me "So how much did you win?"
I told him $2800.
"You did NOT!" he insisted.
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I pulled a roll of bills out of my pocket and began counting them out in his hand. "You get half," I told him. "And you'll get half of anything I win from now on."
He never bugged me about playing Bingo again. It seemed Oliver's idea of fun was to drop my money in my lap. Mind you, I never asked for money...but that's what he'd do.
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Later that week we went to a Packer party at the bar/restaurant our friends Mike and Jackie owned. They were raffling off a Packers gift basket.
"Boy, I'd sure love to win that basket," John said to me. "But I only bought one ticket so that won't happen."
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The raffle ticket drum was 3/4's full ot tickets.
I asked Oliver to let John have fun.
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"You're going to win the basket," I assured him.
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Mike spun the drum, reached down into it and pulled out a ticket...
"And the winner is...John jackson!"
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Hubby nearly fell off his barstool.
Thanks Oliver! I telepathied.
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"How did you know I was going to win?" hubby asked.
"I asked Oliver to let you have fun," I replied.
"What? Who the heck is Oliver?"
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I explained to him who Oliver was, and what Oliver's idea of having fun was. I could almost hear the wheels turning in John's head.
"Do you think he'd let me have fun if I asked him?" John asked.
"He just showed you he would!" I laughed. "How do you think you won that basket with only one ticket in that drum, silly?"
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A couple of days later we went to another friend's restaurant/bar to help him install some kitchen fans.
When we were finished John sat down at one of the gambling machines and plugged $1 into it. He won a $500 jackpot.
"This Oliver thing really works!" he whispered to me.
He plugged $1 into a second machine...and won $800. He was hooked on Oliver!
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But we decided since Oliver was helping us so much financially we should pay it forward so we began donating half of our winnings to local charities. I knew it was what Oliver would want us to do.
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The following week I went to Bingo. Seated at the table with me was a very nice middle-aged lady named Carolyn. Before intermission I'd won 4 Bingo games.
"Boy you sure are lucky!" she said.
"It's Oliver my Bingo angel doing it," I explained.
My aunt had given me one of her Hummels, a little shepherd boy with 2 lambs. That should've clicked in my mind at the time as a clue but it hadn't. I took the Hummel with me to Bingo and set it on the table in front of me after that. Carolyn picked up the Hummel figurine and was looking at it.
"Do you think Oliver would let me have fun?" she asked.
"I can ask him," I said.
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Carolyn came within one number of winning the next game.
"Well, at least I got close," she chuckled. "Tell Oliver thank you for me."
"That's not the game you're going to win," I told her. "It's the next game you're going to win."
Carolyn won the next game. She was stunned and said "You really DO have a Bingo angel!"
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Seated at the opposite end of the table from us was a group of friends that was obviously retired and very well off financially. The entire night they'd been talking about their upcoming gambling trip to Vegas.
One of the ladies who was particularly obnoxious came up to Carolyn and I, picked up my Hummel statue and began rubbing it as though she expected a genie to pop out of it.
"Tell your angel to let me win the jackpot so I have more money to gamble in Vegas with," she demanded.
That kind of pissed me off and I told her "Sorry, you're not going to win the jackpot." I looked around the Binbo hall until my eyes settled on an elderly gentleman sitting alone. "He's going to win the jackpot," I told her, pointing to the elderly gentleman. She didn't like that in the least!
The man I'd pointed out won the jackpot.
​Carolyn was amazed as she'd heard me say to Oliver "Let that man win the jackpot, please."
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On the way out of the Bingo hall that elderly gentleman approached me and said "Your friend told me what you and your angel did for me. I just wanted to thank you both. Tomorrow is my wife's birthday. She's in hospice and with all of the medical bills I couldn't afford to buy her a birthday present. Thanks to you and Oliver now I can." He had tears in his eyes.
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I pulled my winnings out of my pocket and put them in his hand. "Buy your wife something really nice," I instructed him. I knew it was what Oliver would've wanted me to do.
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Many years later I'd realize who Oliver was, the Hummel shepherd with the two lambs. How could I have missed that clue?!!
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"You were Oliver, weren't you?" I asked Jmmanuel.
"BINGO!" he smiled.
