“He said, ‘Go back to your mother now.'”

Bernard had come down with cancer and his health was failing rapidly.  He was only forty-five years old and up to that time he had been quite active and in good health.

One Saturday morning, Bernard told his son Johnny to go out and play, that he was feeling weak and needed some sleep. The eight year old nodded and went out to the back yard to play on the swing set.

No sooner had Johnny sat down on the swing, he noticed his father walking out the yard and down the road.  “Daddy, daddy,” he called after him.  At first, the man didn’t turn or even acknowledge his son’s call.

Johnny started to run after him.  Bernard stopped slowly and said, “It’s OK.  Go back to your mother now.”

Johnny ran into the house but was met by his mother who he noticed had tears in her eyes.  “It’s better you not come in right now,” she said.  Then she went on to explain that his father isn’t in pain anymore and that he had passed away.

“But I just saw him,” cried the little boy.  “I did, too,” said his mother.  Apparently, she had seen the vision of Bernard walking out of the house, and a few moments later, Johnny saw his father walking down the road.

She reports that from time to time when she is in the kitchen she can see his vision in the garden.  “It only occurs for a few seconds, and then I can’t see him anymore.  I think he comes to check on us, to see if we’re OK.  That’s the way he was in real life, and I think he’s showing me he still cares for us.”

M. Marquais
Albuquerque, NM

“Tears were streaming down my face as I moved the pillow toward Maxwell’s face “

Mary Sampson was a South African woman who was charged with taking care of a severely handicapped boy named Maxwell.

Maxwell had been horribly injured in a tractor accident when he was nine years old and he could barely function without assistance from his loyal caretaker, Mary.

Mary wrote in her journal:  “I was very depressed because Maxwell’s parents were running out of money and they simply couldn’t afford to take care of Maxwell for much longer.  The boy needed constant attention, and it was the saddest thing I had ever witnessed.

“One morning, Maxwell, without saying a word, motioned with his eyes toward a pillow that was resting beside his head.  He silently said ‘do it.’  I looked at him and said, no, I can’t.

“I never felt so terrible in my life.

“I sat beside Maxwell for a while wondering what was best for him.  I finally came to the conclusion that perhaps it was best for the boy to put him out of his misery.  I don’t know what got into me, but when I noticed Maxwell had fallen asleep, I slowly picked up the pillow.

“I stood there for what seemed to be an eternity not knowing what to do.  Tears were streaming down my face as I moved the pillow toward Maxwell’s face.  Then I almost jumped out of my clothes when the phone rang.

“It was Maxwell’s mother who said she had a feeling that something was terribly wrong.  I dropped the pillow and was sobbing as I explained that I didn’t know what was going to become of Maxwell.  We both cried together that day.

“Maxwell died peacefully in his sleep two years later.”

“My dead uncle appeared and said I should wake up at 3:30.”

Several years ago I had the most unsettling dream.

My dead uncle appeared and said I should wake up at 3:30.  He kept repeating it over and over:  wake up at 3:30, wake up at 3:30.  The strangest thing about that night was the fact that when I did awake, it was exactly 3:30.

I didn’t think much about that episode until two years later when my grandfather died.  The time on his death certificate was 3:30AM.

Recently, I had another unusual experience.  I was driving to work in the morning when suddenly my neck stiffened up.  I could barely turn my head to see the cars beside me, and I was afraid I might cause an accident.

When I arrived in the parking lot, all of a sudden my neck was OK.  It was as if nothing had happened to it.  Very, very strange.

Later that evening, I received a call from a long time friend of mine.  She said she had sad news to tell me.  That a mutual friend of ours had passed away from a long illness that very morning.  When I asked if she happened to know the time, she said she was there when it happened:  about eight o’clock…the exact time my neck stiffened up.

P. Andresson
Zurich, Switzerland

“For the first time since I’ve known him, he cried.”

I was sitting at the breakfast table having my morning cup of coffee and reading the paper when my husband walked in.  He had a strange look on his face and when he sat down and said nothing, not even a hello, I asked him if anything was wrong.

He said he had a dream that an old flame from the past had suddenly appeared at the front door.  He said the dream was so real that he could describe her outfit right down to the last detail.  And he said she had something important to tell him but although her lips were moving he couldn’t make out the words.

I asked who she was and he went on to explain their relationship.  I was a bit taken aback because Jeff and I never keep any secrets from one another.  At least I didn’t think so.  And seemingly out of the blue he was telling me about someone who had apparently played an important role in his life.

I asked him why he appeared so troubled.  After all, we had been married for over twenty years now, and the past is the past.  But he said something happened that he had to explain.

Jeff went on to tell me about a child she had that she gave up for adoption.  And he looked up at me and said the child was his.

I walked around the table and hugged him.  I asked him if he had ever seen his child, and he just shook his head.  For the first time since I’ve known Jeff, he cried.

We spoke about it for the next week or so, and then the unexpected occurred.  We received a letter from a young man named Charlton.  Incredibly, he explained how he was trying to find his birth father and was now convinced Jeff was the man.

Jeff has had dreams before that have alerted him to things to come but never anything quite like this.

J. Spencer
Casper, Wyoming

“I do believe fate brought us together.”

Tom and I were married three years ago.

We had met on a computer dating service, and we feel truly lucky that our paths crossed.  What we didn’t realize when we first met were how many incredible coincidences occurred before meeting one another.

Now mind you, Tom is from a small town in Indiana and I’m from Nebraska.

First of all, his sister and my best friend had roomed together in the dorm at Duke.  Tom’s uncle Manny knew my uncle Bruce while working at a GM plant in Detroit.  And although we had never met previously, nor even heard of one another, both Tom and I had worked for the same retail chain but in a different part of town.

On the night Tom and I met at a coffee shop, we also realized we:

1. Frequented the same coffee shop and had seen each other on numerous occasions but never spoke.
2. We were currently reading the same book.
3. We had the same major and the same minor as undergraduates.
4. We wrote down on a sheet of paper our favorite movie, then showed it to each other.  It was the same.
5. Our mothers have the same first name.
6. We each have one sister, one brother.
7. We visited Paris the same week in 2005.

Anyway, although it’s nothing astounding, I thought you’d be interested because I do believe fate brought us together and all these coincidences meant we were right for each other.

F. Brownstein
Lincoln, NB

“We had decided that after all these years, we’d do it.”

I was sitting in the living room reading a suspense novel when the phone rang.

Marvin, an old friend of mine whom I’ve known since college, invited me over to show me something “incredible.”  I told him I wasn’t in the mood because I had to get up early for work the next day, but he insisted.  He said, “You won’t regret it and I guarantee you’ll never forget it.”

Well, how could I refuse?

Marvin lives only a few miles away and within fifteen minutes I was ringing his doorbell.  His wife Marie answered and invited me in.  She pointed to the stairs leading to the den where Marvin spent most of his time on his computer.

He said you’re not going to believe this as he pointed to the screen.  And I admit I was quite taken aback.

Two days earlier, he and I were talking about arranging a reunion with our fraternity from our days at the University of Illinois.  We had been out of touch with almost every one of the guys since moving out West together in 1976, and we’d reminisce once in a while about what a great bunch they were.

We had decided that after all these years, we’d do it.  We’d write to the hundred or so guys who belonged to the fraternity from 1970 to 1974.

So when Marvin pointed to the screen, I was shocked.  There was an email from our old fraternity pal, Steve, who we hadn’t seen or heard from in decades.  He said that two days ago he suddenly had the idea to arrange a reunion for anyone who was in our fraternity in the early seventies.

B. Winters
Phoenix, AZ