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Ghost, by Ricky

I have no ghost experiences
of my own.  However, I have a friend who
related the following experience to me shortly after it occurred.
In 1977, Deborah and I were
living in married student housing at Brigham Young University at Provo, Utah.  Also living in Provo, was a family friend from
Ft. Walton Beach, Florida whom I will call Sherry.  Sherry had a business partner named Carol who
also was in Provo.  Carol had cancer.
At the time of this event,
Carol was in the hospital dying and Sherry was in bed reading.  Sherry looked up from her book and saw Carol
walk past the doorway pausing briefly to look at Sherry and then walk on.  Sherry later learned the next morning that Carol
had expired at the time Sherry saw her walk past the door to her bedroom.
Life after death?  Are we energy after death?  Do we have spirit bodies after death?  These are questions that only time and death
will prove. 
© 23
April 2017 
About the Author  
 I was born in June of 1948 in Los Angeles, living first in Lawndale
and then in Redondo Beach.  Just prior to
turning 8 years old in 1956, I was sent to live with my grandparents on their
farm in Isanti County, Minnesota for two years during which time my parents
divorced.
When united with my mother and stepfather two years later
in 1958, I lived first at Emerald Bay and then at South Lake Tahoe, California,
graduating from South Tahoe High School in 1966.  After three tours of duty with the Air Force,
I moved to Denver, Colorado where I lived with my wife and four children until
her passing away from complications of breast cancer four days after the 9-11-2001
terrorist attack.
I came out as a gay man in the summer of 2010.   I find writing these memories to be
therapeutic.
My story blog is: TheTahoeBoy.Blogspot.com
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Believe It or Not, This Really Happened to Me, by Ricky

In the spring of 1969, I was
in the Air Force and stationed at Hurlburt Field near Ft. Walton Beach in the
western panhandle of Florida.  One day I
was alone driving north along a road which was basically the top of a mile long
levy which was dividing a swamp to the west from farm land on the east.  The road/levy was approximately 10-feet above
the level of the swamp to my right.
I saw, about ½ mile ahead of
me and traveling in the same direction, two boys riding on one bicycle rather
unsteadily.  I was driving at the speed
limit of 55mph.  In the distance way
beyond the boys, I could see a school bus driving south coming towards us.
Suddenly, I heard a voice in
my head telling me to “slow down”.  I was
surprised because I know what my thoughts sound like and this “voice” was not
mine.  When I did not respond as directed
due to my surprise, the “voice” spoke again saying for forcibly, “Slow down!
Those boys are going to fall in front of you.” 
I immediately took my foot off the gas pedal and the car began to slow.
Sure enough, when I was
about 40 yards away, the bicycle hit some kind of object near the edge of the
road and the boys fell off the bike right in front of me.  As luck would have it, the school bus also
arrived going the speed limit.  I was now
going slowly enough that I was able to stop in plenty of time.  If I had not received the warning or heeded
it, I would have had three choices.  Run
over the fallen boys, swerve to the left and hit the school bus head on, or
swerve to the right going off the levy into the swamp.
I got out and made sure the
boys were okay.  I then had one boy ride
in my car while the other one rode his bicycle to the end of the levy where the
boys would turn onto a side street to their destination.  I followed behind the bicycle so no other car
would hit him, if he fell again.  At the
end of the levy, both boys thanked me and rode off to their destination.
I have not heard any “voices”
since that time on the levy.
© 6 October 2014
About the Author  
 I was born in June of 1948 in Los Angeles, living first in Lawndale
and then in Redondo Beach.  Just prior to
turning 8 years old in 1956, I was sent to live with my grandparents on their
farm in Isanti County, Minnesota for two years during which time my parents
divorced.
When united with my mother and stepfather two years later
in 1958, I lived first at Emerald Bay and then at South Lake Tahoe, California,
graduating from South Tahoe High School in 1966.  After three tours of duty with the Air Force,
I moved to Denver, Colorado where I lived with my wife and four children until
her passing away from complications of breast cancer four days after the 9-11-2001
terrorist attack.
I came out as a gay man in the summer of 2010.   I find writing these memories to be
therapeutic.
My story blog is, TheTahoeBoy.Blogspot.com.