Your Intuition is Real and Always Guiding You Toward What You Want

In January of 2007, a clerk at Logan Airport in Boston almost didn’t let my mom return to Hungary because of her name. I know it sounds crazy, but if you have seen the movie The English Patient (about a Hungarian count, played by Ralph Fiennes), you may know that Hungarian names can sometimes trip people up.

My mother’s birth name is Dános Zsuzsanna, with Zsuzsanna being her first name. In Hungarian, surnames come first. When she married my father, Farkas János András, she didn’t become Farkas Zsuzsanna. She became Farkas János Andrásné. Notice the né at the end of the name, meaning Mrs. 

When my parents checked in at the airport that day as Farkas János András and Farkas János Andrásné, a system error brought them up as two people having the same name. For some reason, my father was cleared, but they wouldn’t issue my mother’s boarding pass. At that point my parents had been married and flying for thirty years and this was the first time that ever happened. Part of me thinks that the clerk saw that my daughter, Viki, who was a toddler at the time was restless and he wanted my mom to stay behind and help us out. 

The long line of people started sweating in their winter coats as my parents and the clerk tried to get on the same page or at least the same computer screen. My husband struggled to hold Viki’s hand as I was at the ticketing desk with my parents. Suddenly, I heard a loud BAM!

I turned around, and saw Viki lying face down on the airport ground. I rushed over as fast as my seven-month pregnant belly allowed. I knelt next to Viki and braced myself for the ear-splitting wail every parent knows follows a toddler’s fall.

But there was silence.

“Viki, are you okay?” I shook her gently.

To my relief, she sat up—but she said nothing. 

“Call 911!” I told my husband.

A fire truck arrived, sirens blaring, and two EMTs made their way through the crowd. Viki  looked at them with her big brown eyes and didn’t cry when they examined her. 

One of them said “She’s fine. If she had dislocated anything, she’d be screaming.”

I had dislocated my shoulder before—I knew that pain.

“This isn’t like her,” I insisted. “Are you sure she’s okay?”

The other one reassured me. “It’s just the shock of the accident. She’ll be fine tomorrow.”

They had me sign some papers and left. Viki stood next to me—the stillest she had ever been. This was a child who bolted through crowds at the Natural History Museum right after she learned to walk.Something didn’t feel right.

“I need to take her to the ER,” I heard myself say.

I felt torn. These were the last few hours I could spend with my family before they flew to Hungary. But I felt a pull to go to the ER that night. 

My father looked at me. “Do what you need to do,” he said.

We went to Winchester Hospital, and thankfully, it didn’t take long to be seen. Then the doctor did something odd—she took Vikis’ hand and twisted her arm. Viki started giggling. 

The doctor handed her a toy steering wheel. Viki laughed again and played with the steering wheel, and was back to her old self. 

The doctor turned to me. “She dislocated elbow and I just put it back. Most kids would scream. But not Viki. If you had waited another 24 hours, recovery would have been much harder.”

That was the first time I truly understood the importance of listening to my intuition, and the consequences of not doing so.

I told this story at the reading of Choice at a local bookstore and emphasized the importance of mother’s intuition. 

Everyone in the audience, primarily mothers, nodded in agreement. Nearly every mother I have talked with could think of multiple examples when they knew better than a medical professional what was right for their children. 

Whether you can relate to the concept of mother’s intuition or not, you can most likely think of a time when your intuition told you something that wasn’t logical. 

Perhaps you went for a career that didn’t seem logical, but it ended up being for your highest good.

Intuition isn’t just about listening to your hunches – it’s a message from your heart guiding you toward what you love. 

Your intuition is always there for you, especially when no logical choice seems like the right one.

My debut novel Choice tells the story of Val, a single mother who learned to listen to her intuition and make different choices during a custody battle for her three-year-old daughter, Daisy. 

Val’s story continues in my sequel, Lost Illusion, available Fall of 2025, as she learns the follow her intuition to break free of financial problems and to create a career and relationship she loves.

Remember, when you get a hunch, you are not crazy. Your intuition is always guiding you towards your highest good to do the best for yourself and those you love.