Questioning Directions

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One Early morning I was sitting at a park bench with my ex-husband. (The park is located near the foothills.) It was very early, maybe 4a. or 5a. and he and I were having one of our long marathon-type discussions that had gone on all night. We were both intent on our discussion when suddenly a large piece of debris flew right past us and continued up into the foothills. It was green in color and about 7 feet long and maybe 4 feet wide. It made no sound and was so close that if it had come any closer it would have surely hit us. It was a piece from a plane or some such thing because it had letters and numbers on it. I think it must have been a message from our spirit guides telling us to cease our intensive discussion and find something more positive to do. Did you ever have such an occurrence that really seemed to be telling you to change your course? That you've simply beat the poor thing long enough?