I have been blessed...????

I never really heard that I had "heart"before. The compliment, as I suppose it was, came on a day when I thought it was going to be an excellent day to showcase some of my art work.
A large Annual was being held last Sunday and this event is hosted by one of the largest Motorcycle Companies in the world.
This who fiasco as it turned out to be began about two weeks before the event. I had gone there to try and get a vendor space to sell those silly trinkets I mentioned before. Well, no deal on that. Conflict of interest with what the store sells. I still have yet to understand where the blue fairy's I have clash with the heavy steel of biker parts.
With that I tried another tactic to get into this event, sell the T-Shirts I have. No. They weren't to keen on the club it represented, and yet that club rides nothing but their line of bikes, go figure. By this time I was running out of options, especially since my ace was being there last year. Unfortunately, the same people were going to be there again and I was no longer part of them, that of course turned from an ace to a spade real quick.
By this time, I was practically begging for a "space" at this event. The person on the other side of the desk must have felt sorry for me, rightfully so, if I weren't standing I would of been on My knees in my pleas [not really, but I was close enough]. We agreed I would just bring My "Book" , show my art. I took the offer and walked out with this unsatisfied feeling. But nonetheless, I got in.
For days I re-worked my book and even into that same morning, loading up and ready to go.
The day couldn't have been any nicer, clear an cool.
As I parked my vehicle, to find the lady that sympathized with me, and unload my small portfolio, I was suddenly approached by this man who looked like a "priest", and he was , actually a "Bishop" as I later heard him addressed.
He walled right up to where I was exiting from my car door and said "You are Blessed"
"I am?" , I said? and He made me repeated it and promise to say it all day.
Now surely, at the beginning of an event such as this, hearing such would make one think, "This is a darn good start", as the words from my last blog about "pick and choose" ran through my head.
The Bishop had a nice calming presence as He walked away. It was right at that moment that my car just shut off, so I tried to re-start it, and it wouldn't. But alas there were some of the best bike mechanics walking around there to take a look at the car. And 25 minutes later I watched as my car was being towed out of there completely unfixable at that point. Did I mention its a 2007?
Soon after my car left, so did I, being convinced I should go by my other half. At the time it seemed like a good idea. But it wasn't.
The rest of the day had me sulking and glaring at my boyfriend. I kept running through all the reasons why I should have stayed there and possibly a shot at my art work getting some "work". I also wanted to be out and see the people there and sadly, I wanted to see to people I was with last year at this time, so they saw I had moved on and was a vendor at this event just as easy as they were.
I say "sadly" because there is a part that feels that's really shallow of me, but after all the crap I went through with them, it felt justified in some way. I kept wondering why I didn't stay, and find a ride. And through all this, I kept thinking of the Bishop and being blessed.
The last thing I felt that day was blessed.
This whole incident bothered me so much that it carried over for the next few days. Sorting out the in's and out's of logical explanations. Was there some kind of "test" in this?, when would the "big picture of it all come into view? For some reason I wasn't meant to be there, yet , even that made no sense to me, and still doesn't right now.
And, so I am back to the "heart of the matter" the comment of having "heart" and in the context it was said, meaning I keep trying. I still am pondering if that is a "blessing".