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When I was a teenager, I had a friend that blew up in a car.
75% of his body was graphed with pig skin because his was gone.
He lived and healed without a scar.
After his accident, he started talking about unusual things that he
experienced and places he visited while in a coma.
We all loved him, so we let him tell his bizarre stories.
He told us that he was allowed to make a complete recovery without scars
and come back to visit with friends and family,
but that he was going to die when he was 21 because he was needed for an important job.
He said that after his job was complete, he would stay on the other side until he was reborn - I would be his aunt and my sister would be his mother.
During this waiting period, he would be able to let his presents be know to us.
As the years went by, he would pin point specific things for me to remember so that I would know when he was visiting after he was gone.
Like a good friend, I said OK, but didn't actually believe him.
It was pretty mysterious how he came out of his accident w/o any scars,
so I use to call him a pretty boy, and he would always reply with "yeah, but I'd make an ugly bride, remember that."
One month after his 21st b-day, he was visiting me,
told me it would be the last time I'd see him until he was reborn in X amount of years.
He told me to keep checking the obituaries for all the information about the funeral.
I told him that I wasn't going to look in the obituaries and that he better not
do anything to hurt himself.
He left that day and my last thoughts were that,
over the years, I have done everything possible to assure him that he would
be OK and that I'd see him again.
The following month, I moved out of state for a few years.
I packed most everything up and put it in storage.
When I returned to my home town, I bought a house and was unpacking.
I used a box to put all the used newspaper in so that I could use them for arts , crafts, etc.
Two more years pass...
One day, I decided to Polish my brass stuff, so I went into the old newspaper box and pulled out a scrap.
I worked on polishing my brass stuff for days between running my household.
One day, while tying my sons shoes, I glanced over to where my project was,
part of the news paper was hanging over the table,
I saw a picture and thought to myself "thats an ugly bride"...
Immediately, I knew...I grabbed the paper to take a closer look, it was not the wedding section,
it was the obituaries from the month I moved 6 years earlier and that was my friend!
The stain from the brass Polish made an arrow pointing to his obituary.
I'm not fully over this considering I started to see the signs he told me to watch out for since I saw the obituary.
I'm left to believe that his job was finished and now he's waiting to be reborn because he said he would make his presence known during that time (which is now).
My sister has been trying to conceive for several years, however it has been unsuccessful.
Her fertility doctor predicts that she will be done with treatments and ready for IVF next year - which is the exact year our friend said he would be reborn.
He is often in her dreams telling her that everything will be OK and I see the signs he told me to watch out for almost everyday.
It's strange.
There is so much more, but you get the point.
when i was younger, i used to have bunk beds at my grandparents house. one night me and my brother were staying there and i was laying in bed. I had just laid down about 5 minutes before so i hadnt started falling asleep yet. all of the sudden my body went completly stiff i couldnt breathe or talk. this lasted for about a minute then stopped. when i finally fell asleep i had a dream that an old woman and a little boy died in the bathroom of that house. the next day i asked my grandmother if anyone had ever died there. she told me that an old woman and a little boy died there. she didn't yet know about my dream. later i told my mother about the incident and she said she had a very similar experience in that house when she was a teen.
When I was a teenager, I had a friend that blew up in a car.
75% of his body was graphed with pig skin because his was gone.
He lived and healed without a scar.
After his accident, he started talking about unusual things that he
experienced and places he visited while in a coma.
We all loved him, so we let him tell his bizarre stories.
He told us that he was allowed to make a complete recovery without scars
and come back to visit with friends and family,
but that he was going to die when he was 21 because he was needed for an important job.
He said that after his job was complete, he would stay on the other side until he was reborn - I would be his aunt and my sister would be his mother.
During this waiting period, he would be able to let his presents be know to us.
As the years went by, he would pin point specific things for me to remember so that I would know when he was visiting after he was gone.
Like a good friend, I said OK, but didn't actually believe him.
It was pretty mysterious how he came out of his accident w/o any scars,
so I use to call him a pretty boy, and he would always reply with "yeah, but I'd make an ugly bride, remember that."
One month after his 21st b-day, he was visiting me,
told me it would be the last time I'd see him until he was reborn in X amount of years.
He told me to keep checking the obituaries for all the information about the funeral.
I told him that I wasn't going to look in the obituaries and that he better not
do anything to hurt himself.
He left that day and my last thoughts were that,
over the years, I have done everything possible to assure him that he would
be OK and that I'd see him again.
The following month, I moved out of state for a few years.
I packed most everything up and put it in storage.
When I returned to my home town, I bought a house and was unpacking.
I used a box to put all the used newspaper in so that I could use them for arts , crafts, etc.
Two more years pass...
One day, I decided to Polish my brass stuff, so I went into the old newspaper box and pulled out a scrap.
I worked on polishing my brass stuff for days between running my household.
One day, while tying my sons shoes, I glanced over to where my project was,
part of the news paper was hanging over the table,
I saw a picture and thought to myself "thats an ugly bride"...
Immediately, I knew...I grabbed the paper to take a closer look, it was not the wedding section,
it was the obituaries from the month I moved 6 years earlier and that was my friend!
The stain from the brass Polish made an arrow pointing to his obituary.
I'm not fully over this considering I started to see the signs he told me to watch out for since I saw the obituary.
I'm left to believe that his job was finished and now he's waiting to be reborn because he said he would make his presence known during that time (which is now).
My sister has been trying to conceive for several years, however it has been unsuccessful.
Her fertility doctor predicts that she will be done with treatments and ready for IVF next year - which is the exact year our friend said he would be reborn.
He is often in her dreams telling her that everything will be OK and I see the signs he told me to watch out for almost everyday.
It's strange.
There is so much more, but you get the point.
Hi all!
I had just had my second child, a little boy! My dad was very devoted to his job. Mother was always the one that instigated visits and such. My husband's name was always being confused with a girls name even though it was spelled with the male gender spelling but because he got teased a lot, he said he just wanted a good solid name for our son. We had decided to name him Greg. (My husband went by a nickname but was placed in Home Economics classes, girls gym class, etc. before co-ed classes like these. Of course he jokes and said he really didn't mind that part of it but the teacher would always make him leave and change his classes. LOL) We didn't want to name our son Gregory and call him Greg, but just Greg. I was sitting in my hospital bed around 10:00 in the morning. I saw daddy come in the room and walk past the end of my bed and come around to the side of my bed. I was shocked to see him without mother and during his normal work hours. We greeted one another and he began to speak. He called me by the nickname my brother had given me when I was little. It has stuck even now, all these years later. Daddy said, "Petie, I just got to thinking, if you are going to name your little boy Greg, and not have it short for Gregory you should probably spell it with two G's...Gregg. That way, everyone will know it is not short of Gregory." I told him I had never heard that before and I really appreciated him telling me. He said, "Well, I better go. Just thought I ought to share that with you." I thanked him and was so touched that he cared enough to take off work, which was unheard of with daddy.......very strong work ethic. He left and we both carried on with our day I supposed. Around 6:00 p.m. (after the dinner hour), mother and daddy walked in all cheery and excited about their new little grandson! We were all visiting and having a great time. I said to Daddy, "Daddy, thank you so much for coming to see me today and explaining about how to spell Gregg's name so people wouldn't think it was short for Gregory. I never would have thought of that." He was kind of quiet and asked, "What?" I repeated my thanks to him......telling him I was so surprised to see him during the morning." He said, "Petie, I wasn't here this morning. I have been at work all day." At first I didn't believe him but he convinced me this was true and it seemed more accurate that he would have been at work.
I had always heard that God loves us so much and is concerned about every little detail of our lives that even the hairs on our head are numbered. I thought, WOW, and He even cares as to how we spell our names. True story.
Daddy has now passed away and Gregg has a beautiful, precious wife and three great kids. I was not surprised when he was attentive to how they chose to spell each of their names!
I hope you enjoyed reading the story as much as I enjoyed sharing it. I have shared it through the years with a few friends here and there but never in a public forum such as this.
Oh, and NO, I was not sleeping nor drugged. I was fully awake sitting up in my bed!
Thank you Kae,Donnie,Stringer and JR for sharing your stories.
I found them to be very interesting.
Hi Firm, actually i was going to get back on this. I am wondering, I posed simuliar on another post. To save retyping, is it possible to copy that to this post? And.........if so, how do I do it?
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