Sixteen years ago when I met my husband, he worked for Coca Cola. 5 months after we got married he was injured on the job and he was paralyzed. Being a nurse, I stayed home to take care of him. He became bedridden 3 years ago and without warning became septic and died in less than 24 hours.
Before my husband died he promised to always watch over me. Two weeks after he passed away, my sewage line collapsed...the day before Thanksgiving. While I was watching the plumbers dig up my whole front yard looking for the septic line I wondered what else could happen. Then they struck something in the ground about 4 feet down. When they jumped into the hole to see what it was they discovered a coke bottle. If that wasn't sign enough that he was there with me, on the bottom of the bottle was printed, McComb, MS.
This is the city where he was born and lived most of his life, and where he bottled coke until they closed the bottling plant! I have no doubts that he is with me, and is watching over me just as he promised.
