
Well, now...that was just cool!
#1
Posted 14 March 2005 - 10:55 PM
I'll start...
When I was at Hollywood Forever Cemetery, a spirit let me know it was his birthday. He drew me over to his area, and I saw a slice of cake, carefully wrapped, a balloon and a small gift his family had left there for him.



#2
Posted 14 March 2005 - 10:58 PM
I love the number 1111. I passed a building in downtown Dallas which had this number as their address...1111 Mockingbird Lane. I said "Well, I oughta be working there." The same afternoon, that company called me for an interview. I had applied to them through Monster.com, having no idea who they were or what their address was.



#3
Posted 15 March 2005 - 12:44 AM
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Posted 17 March 2005 - 07:24 AM

#10
Posted 18 March 2005 - 07:49 PM
At the same time, Jason was waking up and realized he had the car in his hand and was reaching out to give it to me. He doesn't remember getting up out of bed to get the car off it's shelf.
My son and I lived several states apart at the time. Our waking up times coincided, even given the time zone differences.



#11
Posted 18 March 2005 - 09:07 PM

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#12
Posted 18 March 2005 - 09:12 PM
Anyway, I was living in this TINY little hamlet outside of Lindsey, ON called Little Britian (lovely place actually), and my parents lived in a tiny little town called Mount Forest about a half hour away from Guelph ON....a good three hour drive between us.
Well, I got very sick, a chest cold and a severe case of the flu at the same time. My landlord lived beneath me and had to bring me food and drink, I simply could barely get from my bed to the bathroom. Really, I should have gone to the hospital as I could keep nothing down and that's not good.
I had spoken to my parents a day or so before this had struck me.
About 3 days into this hellish illness, my mother was home, dozing in her chair when she woke up because she heard me calling her. From down the hall of HER house. She swore later it sounded so convincing, she got up and went down to the spare room that I would sleep in on visits home, thinking I was home and calling her.
She then called me on the phone (thankfully, it was next to my bed, so I could answer it....lol). Funny, I had been laying there at the time wishing that my mommy was there to take care of me.
She drove down that night

But that always struck me as an example of the depth of the mother/child bond. She, not knowing I was sick, knowing I was three hours away from her, hearing me calling her in her own house. Me, sick and wanting my mommy.
Krafted with luv
by monsters
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Posted 18 March 2005 - 10:59 PM
#14
Posted 19 March 2005 - 08:41 PM
The next morning, I took her picture off of the wall, and low and behold, my diploma was in the frame behind her picture!
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Posted 24 March 2005 - 11:45 AM

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