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What defines me? I'd love to write this really great adventure story, but alas, it be a work of fiction. I'm a mom of one, my son, now 15 (yes we're dealing with the teenage years) my furry children I have 4 cats, 2 dogs (1 is on loan from a sick family member) and 3 chickens. I try to do the best I can at whatever I do, keep out of trouble (which never seems to work) and get as much out of life as I possibly can in the short time I'm allotted. After all, " You only live twice" ;) Well, that's me


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OCTOBER 30, 2008 10:40PM

The Unexplainable

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The following is a true story..

When my son was about three my sister lost a friend to a car accident. Now they had been out of High School about a year or so and she was at a New Year's Eve Party when she got the news that her friend Walt had been involved in an accident and was in the hospital. He had been in a coma for over a week and his parents had decided to pull the plug, as there was nothing left anyone could do.

I was living at my mom's at the time with my son (who had never met Walt); my sister and I were talking about her friend while my son was half a sleep on the couch beside me.

He half woke up and said that her friend wasn't gone, but that he was "stuck behind the trees." We had no idea what he was talking about and chalked if off as he was half asleep so he was just talking nonsense.

She came home the next day from work and said she had found out that her friend and been driving his jeep, he took a curve to sharply and his jeep went off the road and crashed into a tree in some woods near the High School. He was thrown from his jeep... into the woods.

Now at this point we're a little spooked but also a little curious. We of course questioned my son about how my sister's friend was now.

"He said there was a car, a truck and another car and a lot of banging where he was." again, we had no idea what he was talking about.

While at work the next day I was talking to a co-worker who also knew Walt. I had said it was a shame what had happened. He was rude about it, but made the comment that he had a hard time going home the night before because all of these cars were lined up along the street where he had gotten in his accident. 

When my sister went to the site, there had originally been a memorial for him there. When she returned, after all the cars were parked along the side of the road, she found that they had hung a large piece of plywood on the tree and people had stuck pictures and poems and letters to it.

Could this have been the banging my son "heard" was that what he meant by the car, the truck and another car? We couldn't believe that there had been two coincidences one right after the other.

The day of the viewing I went with my sister, but I didn't go to the funeral because I had to go to work. I went home after the viewing; my sister went with other friends to the funeral. I had asked him where was Walt now? He said, "He's waiting for Melissa to come and see him again"

When I got home from work I told my sister what my son had said, she said that she did in fact go to the site once again to say good-bye after the funeral. 

We asked my son once more how was Walt, he said two of his friends came to get him and took him to the big sliding board in the sky. Two of his friends had in fact been killed the year before while drinking and driving.

Now I do not know what any of this means, other then between the two of us, we agree that my son had some sort of connection with this boy to help my sister. (The last thing she had said to him was she hated him, because they'd had a fight)

He hasn't "seen" anything like this in years and really doesn't remember it now, as he's 15. It still gives me Goosebumps though when I think about it, and it also lets me know that there is something else out there, because how could a 3-ish year old boy, make something of this nature up and be accurate each time about a boy he'd never met and a place he'd never seen?

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Funny how kids seem to be more receptive to this type of thing. My suspicion is that "logic" and "common sense" dull us to anything that might be called extrasensory.
It reminded me of a line from one of the "Dark Tower" books by Stephen King:

"Go, then. There are other worlds than this."

My son has also come out with some statements that are hard to explain away. He's 3. Good story.
That amazes me. And is scary.

Thanks for sharing this. I find it a bit eery, but not frightening. As the Bard once wrote, "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horation, than are dreamt of in your philosophy." Some centuries later a countryman of his noted that tocall something impossible just means there is something we don't know -- and there are so many of those.

What a precious gift your son was given to convey; and though he was but three, how brave of him to accept it unquestioningly. (I don't mean brave against the scary thing, I mean brave in persistently answering questions, and even making the first statement, that could diminish his "big-boyness" in the eyes of adults.)

If one wanted to construct an answer to your final question, what you have written contains enough to make it out. My own experience of things is far less pleasant. GIven the world we live in, it is likely a blessing that your son does not recall this much -- true shamans never do.

Thank you all for your comments. I was surprised I made the front page! I shared the story with my son who said he has no recollection of the event at all, but he does still remember the last figures he saw before his "gift" shut off.
I am glad he had the gift when he did.
The twist to the story, "Walt's" mom, was/is a nurse and she took care of my uncle in the hospital when he was dying from Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma 6 yrs ago.
Someone had mentioned to her about my son seeing hers and I told her about it, I was so emotional about it, I cried the whole time I told her.
This is a fascinating story! I love stories about the unexplained, and always love to hear about them--I definitely agree with the others--there is so much we don't know about the world in which we live, and the many things life and death encompass . . .