As I approached the general area of my gate's waiting space something on the ground caught my eye. Initially, I stepped past it before it caught up with my brain to stop and investigate. I turned around and bent down to pick up a Mother Mary medal - just the medal. Someone must have dropped it in their rush or perhaps it had fallen from their chain. I looked around for the owner but there was no one was in sight. I then marvelled at the medal in my hand and what it represented to me. The Spanish version of the Hail Mary prayer was etched on the back and Mary in all her glory illuminated the front. I was almost brought to tears with the perceived answer to my request for support. I was comforted and held by my angels and by the Divine Mother, who no doubt accompanied me on that specific journey through completion.
