Real people. Real stories. Real Angels.
You've been writing in. You've been calling. You've been sending me your stories.
And they are extraordinary.
This episode is something a little different. No guest today... just three real women who trusted me with their Angel stories, and me trusting you with them. And as I read through each one, I kept noticing something.
None of these women knew their Angels were leading them. Not in the moment. Not when it was happening.
One was told to go get a piece of pie. One was told to go home. And one couldn't get an electric car to charge.
None of it looked like guidance. One sounded ridiculous. One asked for a leap of faith so enormous it made no logical sense. And one was just plain frustrating.
But when they followed those breadcrumbs? That's where things get extraordinary.
So pull up a chair. Refill your cup. We've got three stories to tell.
Story One: Follow the Nudge
Victoria Clements is local here in Victoria, and she was working for a small independent film studio in Vancouver. The studio was in the middle of a big project... turning a book into a movie with an A-list actor... and they needed a Los Angeles base of operations. Professional. Functional. Ideally with office space, living space, and conference facilities. The works.
Victoria was sent to LA to find it.
She arranged all the meetings she needed. But the property search was going nowhere. She looked at several places. Nothing felt right. And one afternoon, exhausted and a little stuck, she decided she needed a break.
Victoria loves shoes. So she went shoe shopping.
She found a beautiful pair of turquoise sandals (her favourite colour), and while she was standing there admiring them, she heard a voice. Clear, strong, male. She had heard it before, and she knew better than to ignore it.
The voice said: go to the cashier and ask where people around here go for a piece of pie and coffee.
Victoria doesn't drink coffee.
But she went to the cashier anyway, and the cashier pointed her to a local place just around the corner called Polly's Pies. Victoria ordered herself a tea and a slice of pumpkin pie.
And then the voice came again: ask them if they have a local newspaper.
She asked. She sat down with the little local paper and started reading. Near the back, in the classifieds, was a tiny ad.
Live workspace available in architectural building in Santa Monica.
She called the number immediately.
But before she even left Polly's Pies, something else happened. Two older gentlemen in the booth beside her were talking about needing a good director. Victoria (probably because she's Canadian, she says) leaned over and called across: hey, I'm a good director.
That spontaneous, slightly cheeky comment led to an hour-long conversation. The man turned out to be a Broadway producer and director. They have stayed in touch ever since.
Victoria headed over to the mysterious property that a voice had sent her to find through pumpkin pie and a small-town newspaper. She was walking up the outdoor staircase when she glanced toward the parking lot.
Two very familiar men were getting out of a white Range Rover.
Mark Wahlberg and his brother Donnie, heading up the same stairs.
She hadn't even seen the space yet, but she already had a feeling.
When she did see it, it had everything. Professional conference facilities. Office space. A bedroom. A kitchen. Balconies and a rooftop deck. A natural food store right across the street. Palm trees, obviously. This is LA.
And the price?
Fifteen hundred US a month.
Which was, to the dollar, the exact amount the studio had given her as a budget.
She was approved the next day. That space became their Los Angeles office for the next three years.
What if she had ignored that voice? Why would anyone go for pie and coffee when they don't even drink coffee? What if she had walked past that newspaper?
The tiny classified ad would have stayed buried in the back pages, and none of the rest of it would have happened.
Sometimes Angel guidance makes absolutely no sense at all... until we follow it. And sometimes, apparently, our Angels send us for pumpkin pie.
Story Two: Trust the Next Step
Wendy Foster lives here on beautiful Vancouver Island now, happily retired with her husband Bob and their fur baby Copper. She describes herself as loving, curious, playful, compassionate, and kind. All of that checks out.
But this story takes us back fifteen years, to a version of Wendy's life that looked very different.
She had failed her mortgage broker course. Twice. She was fifteen thousand dollars in credit card debt. She was in a long-distance relationship that was going nowhere. She was discouraged, afraid, and completely lost.
So she did what she always does when she needs to clear her head. She went to the ocean.
She sat down on a large piece of driftwood, away from everyone, closed her teary eyes, and asked her Angels a simple question.
What do I want?
The answer came immediately.
Go home.
Home meant Prince Edward Island. She loved Vancouver Island. Moving across the entire country made absolutely no sense.
So she asked again.
Go home.
Strong. Unmistakable. No room for misunderstanding.
She asked a third time.
Go home.
No explanation. No plan. Just two words.
Finally, Wendy said okay.
That day... that same day... she gave notice to her landlords. She ended the relationship. She called her mother.
Her mother told her she was crazy.
There are no jobs here. Where are you going to live? You can't stay with us for more than two weeks.
Her mother had some very valid points. But Wendy trusted what she had heard. So she sold or gave away almost everything she owned, and she boarded a plane.
She arrived in PEI with two suitcases, fifteen thousand dollars in debt, no home, no job, and no car.
But she had a whole lot of faith.
After giving herself a day to settle in, she asked her Angels the next question: what do I do now?
Same voice. Go to the Women's Enterprise Centre.
This time she didn't argue. She just went.
The woman there listened to Wendy's story and gave her three contacts. One was a businessman named Bill Martin, who was giving a presentation on starting a business in PEI. Wendy went. She and Bill connected immediately. Not long after, Bill received funding to restart a life skills program he had run years before, and he chose Wendy to facilitate it.
She had a job.
Through a family connection, she found out about an apartment being created in a rooming house. Before it was even advertised, she had it.
She had a home.
Bill sent her to a friend at a local Mazda dealership. On Bill's word alone that Wendy was working under contract with him, she qualified for financing.
She had a car.
Wendy's Angels didn't hand her a plan. They gave her two words (go home) and then one step at a time after that. Go to the Women's Enterprise Centre. And then the next. And then the next.
Maybe that's exactly how it works. Maybe our Angels don't give us the whole map. Maybe they simply give us the next step... and ask whether we trust them enough to take it.
Wendy did. And now she's living back on Vancouver Island, with a wonderful husband, their dog Copper, and a pool she is very much enjoying in retirement.
One woman on a beach, crying, asking what to do. And the answer was so simple it almost didn't seem real.
Go home.
Story Three: What If the Inconvenience Is Actually the Intervention?
Chandra Huntress is originally from Arizona. She has lived in Nicaragua for more than ten years. She is a travel agent specialising in transformational travel, retreats, wellness, and spiritual experiences. She is also a musician, a Reiki practitioner, and has worked in exotic animal rescue and environmental education. As she puts it herself... she wears a lot of hats.
Because of what she does, Chandra already pays attention to signs. Her sign is feathers. She collects hundreds of them. And it all began with a boy named Jerry.
Jerry (Jerbear, she called him) was Chandra's boyfriend in high school. He passed away. And after he was gone, Chandra began noticing things. The number 11:11, his birthday. Feathers, everywhere. She came to associate them with Jerry. With protection.
And she would need that protection.
Not long after Jerry died, Chandra was driving her Toyota Camry with three friends. She was making a left turn on a green arrow when another car ran the red light and came directly at them. All four girls saw it. They screamed. There was no time to get out of the way.
So they braced.
And then... nothing happened.
Somehow they were just driving. No impact. No collision. All four of them had seen the car, expected the crash, and then found themselves simply continuing down the road as though nothing had occurred.
Hanging from the rear-view mirror was a tiny Angel bear her mother had given her.
She called it her Jerbear.
Years later, Chandra and her boyfriend Jacob were visiting Arizona and planning to drive to Tucson for the Seekers Summit, a gathering they looked forward to every year. Before leaving, Chandra had arranged a session with her longtime friend White Star, a psychic medium and healer. Jacob wanted to try to connect with his father, who had passed away eight years earlier.
White Star had moved. Getting to her now meant roughly an extra hundred miles of driving.
Chandra and Jacob had rented a small electric car, one neither of them had driven before. They hadn't thought about what the extra miles would do to the battery. By the time they realised the problem, they needed to find a fast charger, and fast. They found one. And then another electric vehicle pulled in beside them and slowed the whole process down.
They were frustrated. Running late. So they made what felt like a simple, practical decision.
They swapped cars with Chandra's mother. Mom took the little electric car. Chandra and Jacob took her mom's Jeep Grand Cherokee.
In the moment, it was just an annoying transportation problem.
The next morning in Tucson, Jacob drove the Jeep across the street to grab a coffee.
A car travelling at around 76 miles an hour in a 40 zone slammed directly into the driver's side of the Jeep.
The Jeep rolled. And rolled. And rolled onto its side.
The driver's door was crushed nearly halfway into the steering column. Every airbag had deployed. Chandra remembers weightlessness, flashes of light, darkness.
And then she heard Jacob calling her name.
They were alive.
The sunroof still worked. They climbed out through the top of the overturned Jeep, onto the street.
When Chandra saw the vehicle afterwards, she could not believe they had walked away from it.
And then Chandra started thinking backward through everything that had led to that moment.
If White Star hadn't moved... they wouldn't have needed the extra hundred miles.
No extra miles... no depleted battery.
No depleted battery... no charging problem.
No charging problem... no reason to switch cars.
And no vehicle switch... meant they would have been in a very small electric rental car when another vehicle hit the driver's side at 76 miles an hour.
Instead, they were in a Jeep Grand Cherokee.
There is one more detail.
The accident happened on March 28th.
That was Jacob's father's birthday. The same father they had just driven to White Star to try to connect with.
During that session, White Star had asked Jacob a question: what are you grateful for?
And Jacob had answered: nothing. I'm grateful for nothing.
Not long after, he was crawling out of the sunroof of an overturned vehicle.
Chandra can't prove that Jerry protected them in that intersection in high school. She can't prove the charging problem was an Angel intervention. She can't prove Jacob's father had anything to do with the crash happening on his birthday. But when you put every piece of it together, it becomes very difficult not to wonder.
What if the inconvenience was the intervention?
What if our Angels are protecting us in ways we don't even recognise while it's happening? Sometimes the sign is a feather. Sometimes it's 11:11 on a clock. And sometimes it's a ridiculously frustrating electric car that simply will not charge.
Chandra came away from it believing something very deeply.
We are not always alone.
What All Three Stories Say
I want to sit with all three of these for just a moment before I let you go.
Victoria was told to go get a piece of pie. Wendy was told to go home. And Chandra couldn't get a car to charge.
None of it looked like guidance. Not at the time.
We spend so much energy asking our Angels for signs. Show me what to do. Tell me where to go. Help me make the right decision. What if they've already answered us... and we're waiting for something bigger and more unmistakable, while they're quietly saying:
Go get a piece of pie. Go home. Don't take that car today.
Maybe they don't need to explain. Maybe we don't need to understand it. Maybe sometimes we just need to notice it.
So the next time a nudge comes through, even if it makes no sense, even if it asks for something scary, even if it just inconveniences your afternoon, maybe instead of asking why, you simply ask: is there something here I'm supposed to pay attention to?
And then wait.
The smallest breadcrumb can lead somewhere extraordinary. These three women are proof of that.
Your Turn
If you have an Angel story, no matter how small you think it is, no matter how ordinary the moment, I want to hear it. Please don't decide for me whether it matters. Send it.
I will be reading listener stories in future episodes, and yours could be the one that someone else needs to hear.
Go to wendysburton.com to send your story, subscribe to the show, and find all the links below. Amy and the Angels is now out in audiobook, narrated by me. So if you have been putting off reading it, now you can listen instead.
Thank you so much to Victoria, Wendy, and Chandra for trusting me with these stories. And thank you, as always, for being here.
Stay curious. Follow the breadcrumbs.
And remember... we might not be winging it alone.
Real people. Real stories. Real Angels.
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