Here on this Blog, I will tell you about my experiences. I have no reason to lie and have to let you know. Just so you can read my experiences. Do you have extra ordinary experiences in your life? Tell me about them. I would love to hear from you.
My first experience not necessarily in order, was when I was 10 years old. My mother was in the hospital. My aunt was taking care of us. My mother was about to give birth in the hospital. I was aware of what was going on, so I went to my bedroom and kneeled down and prayed, and prayed. I had 5 brothers and two sisters. I prayed and prayed that it would be a baby girl. I wanted a sister. In those days, you didn't find out a head of time or let's put it this way, my mother did not check to see if it was going to be a boy or a girl. She just wanted a healthy baby. I waited and prayed some more. My aunt was in the home during the time, and was busy working around the house. That was my mother's sister. My aunt was a pretty nice lady. She took care of us and the house. May God Bless her. She is now in heaven. That lady was almost a saint. I loved her a lot. Anyway, I didn't stop praying, until I heard the phone ring. My aunt picked up the phone, and my hands and knees were pretty much in the same position, hoping and praying that the baby would be a little girl. My aunt got the news, hung up the phone. I slowly got up and went to the living room. My aunt said, Your Mom is going to be alright, She had a baby girl. I was so happy and I had this great big smile on my face. I went back to my run and gave thanks to God. That was one special day for me.
My second experience in my life, was not so happy. My big brother and I were very close, we were about 3 years apart. Leon and I talked about a Business Plan, and he said, "Yes, I can do that". I told Leon, "whatever you do, don't let me down". He said, "I won't". "I will be in Fresno on so and so date". "Ok", I said. At the time, my brother was working for Bank of America as a Teller. He married for the second time, and was very happy with his marriage. Bank of America was planning their Christmas Party, and he was all excited about that. Leon was a great dancer. Leon and I would always dance when invited to a special event within the family, and there was lots of family in Los Angeles. Where there was music, we were there. When Leon and I were small kids, we learned quick from my Aunt on my father's side, she taught us how to dance. My mother worked in the store with her uncle. We happened to be there that day. Leon was 4 years old, and I was about 1 year and 8 months. My uncle owned a restaurant.. Well, There were men waiting to come to the U.S., but at the same time they were asking for food orders. Guess What? Music started playing. We started dancing, and..............all the attention was on us. All started giving us money. We were not there for donations, we just wanted to dance. My mother was surprised. She saved the unexpected money for more groceries. That was my mother's story to us. I was too small to remember.
Anyway, Leon went to The Christmas Party with his wife. He danced a storm and loved every bit of it. He went home with his wife. That night he slept and the next morning, he went to heaven. His wife was shocked upon waking up and not seeing Leon open his eyes no more. The news was given to my family, and I was given the news. I was devastated. I couldn't accept that. We went through the funeral, and it still seemed so unreal to me. I came back to Fresno, CA and saw his car parked in my parking lot, so quiet and so lonely, no more Leon, just a lonely car. I was still crying and grieving for him. I prayed for him every night for two weeks on my second floor in my bedroom. I was left alone by myself. My husband would not come up to my bedroom. I prayed for two weeks straight, and I said the Holy Rosary every night with a candle on my side. I prayed all 15 of them. It was dark, and the only thing I could see was the candle on my side. I had no fear in the dark. I would pray and go to sleep crying every night for two weeks, The last night of the two weeks,, I did the same thing, and was getting ready to go to sleep. I layed there in the dark after praying,, almost ready to fall asleep, when I began to see something unusual through my window. There at the window I saw a white mist, like a cloud or fog coming in through my window. That white mist turned into a shape of a man, a very old man with white hair and white beard, and a serious look on his face. I can only see the face, no body, just a large face with white hair and a white beard and he was starring at me. I was starring back, but I was speechless, and he had a serious look in his eyes. No smile. He just looked at me. I looked at him, and he did not say a word. I waited and he slowly went back out the same way he came in. I did not know who he was. I can only say, he must have been a Holy Being, because he had white hair and a long white beard. The next morning, I woke up and was still thinking about my experience. I told my husband, and he probably thought I was nuts. Oh, well. I opened the bible, and there was the face of the old man that I saw that night. Was he Moses?, was he Jesus?, was he God? I will never know. He was probably trying to tell me not to grief anymore. Leon was now in Heaven. Prayer is powerful. What do you think?
What do you think?
My first experience not necessarily in order, was when I was 10 years old. My mother was in the hospital. My aunt was taking care of us. My mother was about to give birth in the hospital. I was aware of what was going on, so I went to my bedroom and kneeled down and prayed, and prayed. I had 5 brothers and two sisters. I prayed and prayed that it would be a baby girl. I wanted a sister. In those days, you didn't find out a head of time or let's put it this way, my mother did not check to see if it was going to be a boy or a girl. She just wanted a healthy baby. I waited and prayed some more. My aunt was in the home during the time, and was busy working around the house. That was my mother's sister. My aunt was a pretty nice lady. She took care of us and the house. May God Bless her. She is now in heaven. That lady was almost a saint. I loved her a lot. Anyway, I didn't stop praying, until I heard the phone ring. My aunt picked up the phone, and my hands and knees were pretty much in the same position, hoping and praying that the baby would be a little girl. My aunt got the news, hung up the phone. I slowly got up and went to the living room. My aunt said, Your Mom is going to be alright, She had a baby girl. I was so happy and I had this great big smile on my face. I went back to my run and gave thanks to God. That was one special day for me.
My second experience in my life, was not so happy. My big brother and I were very close, we were about 3 years apart. Leon and I talked about a Business Plan, and he said, "Yes, I can do that". I told Leon, "whatever you do, don't let me down". He said, "I won't". "I will be in Fresno on so and so date". "Ok", I said. At the time, my brother was working for Bank of America as a Teller. He married for the second time, and was very happy with his marriage. Bank of America was planning their Christmas Party, and he was all excited about that. Leon was a great dancer. Leon and I would always dance when invited to a special event within the family, and there was lots of family in Los Angeles. Where there was music, we were there. When Leon and I were small kids, we learned quick from my Aunt on my father's side, she taught us how to dance. My mother worked in the store with her uncle. We happened to be there that day. Leon was 4 years old, and I was about 1 year and 8 months. My uncle owned a restaurant.. Well, There were men waiting to come to the U.S., but at the same time they were asking for food orders. Guess What? Music started playing. We started dancing, and..............all the attention was on us. All started giving us money. We were not there for donations, we just wanted to dance. My mother was surprised. She saved the unexpected money for more groceries. That was my mother's story to us. I was too small to remember.
Anyway, Leon went to The Christmas Party with his wife. He danced a storm and loved every bit of it. He went home with his wife. That night he slept and the next morning, he went to heaven. His wife was shocked upon waking up and not seeing Leon open his eyes no more. The news was given to my family, and I was given the news. I was devastated. I couldn't accept that. We went through the funeral, and it still seemed so unreal to me. I came back to Fresno, CA and saw his car parked in my parking lot, so quiet and so lonely, no more Leon, just a lonely car. I was still crying and grieving for him. I prayed for him every night for two weeks on my second floor in my bedroom. I was left alone by myself. My husband would not come up to my bedroom. I prayed for two weeks straight, and I said the Holy Rosary every night with a candle on my side. I prayed all 15 of them. It was dark, and the only thing I could see was the candle on my side. I had no fear in the dark. I would pray and go to sleep crying every night for two weeks, The last night of the two weeks,, I did the same thing, and was getting ready to go to sleep. I layed there in the dark after praying,, almost ready to fall asleep, when I began to see something unusual through my window. There at the window I saw a white mist, like a cloud or fog coming in through my window. That white mist turned into a shape of a man, a very old man with white hair and white beard, and a serious look on his face. I can only see the face, no body, just a large face with white hair and a white beard and he was starring at me. I was starring back, but I was speechless, and he had a serious look in his eyes. No smile. He just looked at me. I looked at him, and he did not say a word. I waited and he slowly went back out the same way he came in. I did not know who he was. I can only say, he must have been a Holy Being, because he had white hair and a long white beard. The next morning, I woke up and was still thinking about my experience. I told my husband, and he probably thought I was nuts. Oh, well. I opened the bible, and there was the face of the old man that I saw that night. Was he Moses?, was he Jesus?, was he God? I will never know. He was probably trying to tell me not to grief anymore. Leon was now in Heaven. Prayer is powerful. What do you think?
What do you think?
