OT/MISC What was THE most unusual thing that ever happened to you?

[Y2KProf]

What is the most unusual thing that has ever happened to you?

Mine was when I was a kid. I was sent down to my mom's garden to get it watered. Turned the water on in the pumphouse, came out dragging the end of the hose. Since we lived far out of town, nothing and nobody around for miles.
I saw what I thought was a stick on the ground, stepped on it to find it was a rattlesnake. I instantly found myself about 10 feet away, with the hose still spewing water and not a drop between where I was and where I ended up.

On a Friday morning I went in for a routine every 6-month blood draw to monitor my cholesterol levels and liver function as I take statins. At 8:00 pm that evening, I received a call from a nurse/practitioner. She said...

"I want you to go to the Emergency room - RIGHT NOW! I don't mean in an hour or tomorrow. I MEAN RIGHT THIS MINUTE. Your potassium level is in high orbit. Potassium is what they give prisoners on death row to stop their heart. I am calling the emergency room and telling them you are on the way. GO NOW!"

Let me tell you, that call got my attention. 15 minutes later I am checking into the emergency department of the local hospital, where I was immediately admitted and spent the next three days in intensive care drinking lots of fluids and getting a constant saline drip plugged into my arm to flush the excess potassium from my system. I never urinated so much in my whole life.

Amazingly, I felt absolutely fine. No pain or other symptoms of any kind. Being couped up for three days, I was bored out of my mind and periodically walked the halls of the hospital dragging my saline solution pole along for the ride. I naturally walk pretty fast. As I was walking down a hall a nurse came up alongside of me and said... "Do you want to race? You are the healthiest person we have in the hospital."

It was determined that I had an acute kidney injury caused by a combination of dehydration (from several days of heavy work in 100F+ weather) and a blood pressure medication (Lisinopril) that I was taking that is known to raise potassium levels. They had me stop taking the Lisinopril. And I now make absolutely sure I do not get dehydrated in hot weather. Lesson learned!

 

[mikeabn]

Called to apply for a job interview, a place selling coins and stamps. I knew nothing about either and the interviewer said, "well, we can't use you-but ah, what the heck, gimme your number." I went back to the want ads- mind you I was fresh out of the Army, no civ skills, the wife had walked out devastating me, I'm back with Mom and Dad and 4/5 sibs, along with the three souvenirs from the marriage, NO job prospects at all-and after he said no I figured that, well, maybe God had something better in store for me.
The phone rang. "Hey, you were an Army Officer, I was an Air Force Officer, you sound good on the phone, come on in and we'll have a look at you." I got the job which led to a LOT of wonderful things- THANK YOU GOD, FATHER, SON, and HOLY SPIRIT!
But wait, THERE'S MORE!
My career as Lieutenant could with great kindness be described as a disaster-not entirely my fault but my responsibility- with really the only exception being my brief command of HHC, 1st AIT Brigade, with the magnificent Carl Stiner as my boss-his predecessor, Jack Farris, was also an incredible influence and bolstered up this shaky young Officer. I can't say a star was born-but I did pretty good.
Nevertheless at a time when the Army was desperate for Captains- I got passed over three times-or was it four? And was put out.
Anyway, I was selling coins, licking my wounds from my ex-wife and the Army. The Army spirit was still in me though-and I figured that IF I could find an NG or USAR unit that would take me in spite of my lousy record, MAYBE with a lot of hard work in a couple of years I'd make Captain. One day I got a post card from Army Reserve HQ at St. Louis. "Call us about your career". Yeah, RIGHT, I thought, WHAT CAREER???
Well, I left my office to call from a pay phone (remember them?)- I was so ashamed of all the things that had happened that I didn't want anyone to overhear. I told the Major at the other end my entire sad story.
"Hang on a minute, they just held a Captain's board, let me check." And as I was yelling, "NO, DON'T BOTHER, I KNOW I DIDN'T MAKE IT!" he put me into that telephonic limbo known as 'hold'.
Oh, and let me assure you, while I was waiting I was NOT praising God. I did give Him a piece of my mind however.
All I felt in return was an odd spiritual silence...
He came back on the line. "Your name again? Your Social?" I almost snarled them into the phone. And I dropped the 'Sir'.
Then, nonchalantly, he said, "Yeah, you made it, you're a Captain."
And for once in a very loquacious life I was stunned into silence. "Well praise the Lord..." I finally whispered...
To make a LONG story short I got back into the Reserves and retired as a Colonel. After more than 30 years I am on the verge of tears writing this...
To God be the glory!
Please feel free to send this to anyone who needs to know that God WILL work things out for GOOD for those who trust Him.

 

[Mongo]

I was in Korea, pretending to be an Australian, speaking Spanish with a Korean undercover cop who was speaking Italian

 

[Y2KProf]

I was in Korea, pretending to be an Australian, speaking Spanish with a Korean undercover cop who was speaking Italian

I was waiting at a bus stop in the Republic of Panama when a gentelman asked me when the bus was schedule to arrive at that stop. After answering his question, I asked where he was from as he had a very unusual accent. He said that he was originally from Austria but had learned to speak English in Australia. He sounded like Arnold Schwarzenegger with an Aussi accent.

 

[Bad Hand]

2 strange things the first one was when I was in basic training. After I blew out my knee and got over double pneumonia I was made company clerk. Then they put me in charge of every 8 ball in the company. I was to either find away to discharge them or get them straightened out. Also I was made head scrounge for the company.
The second thing was my partner and I were camping on Red Dirt Hill during trapping season. There were a lot of tipi rings in the area where we set up camp. I wasn't look for a vision but it happened. I was asleep when a Red Stallion appeared in my dream and it talked to me never had an animal talk to me in a dream ever. It showed me several things and how I was to paint my tipi. What the horse showed me and told me has helped me in my life.

 

[NVBadBoy]

This was back in the 70s, when flying was a great adventure.
I was about 9 or 10 at the time. My folks and I were flying from Miami, FL to Jamaica for 4 days of vacation. Back then, it was customary for kids to check out the cockpit while in flight, and then receive that airline's aviator pin. As luck would have it, the pilot was Danish and spoke German, since my English wasn't too good then. We chatted and back to my assigned seat in the cabin.
Then, on the return trip, while waiting for check-in at the gate to the flight back to Miami, I saw the same pilot during the previous flight. I sort of quickly walked towards him and said "Hello". I think he asked me if I was also going to fly back with him to Miami and I nodded in agreement. So, he said why don't you come with me and you can sit in the jump seat up front. We did a walk-around the aircraft and then boarded. In the meantime, my parents got all frantic and asked where I went to. Apparently a boarding agent saw us board the plane and informed my folks that I'm already on the plane.
Long story short, I was in the jump seat all the time from take off to landing, and until we got to the gate and I walked off the plane when my folks came up towards the exit. That was the best time ever on a flight. Watching the DME, the ADI, the gauges, and listening to the ATC and aircraft talking while in flight. That aircraft was a Boeing 727.

I'm still reliving my young childhood days when I think about all the good times I had.
So, that's my most unusual thing that ever happened.

NVBB

 

[marsh]

When I was eleven, I contracted German measles and a high fever with encephalitis (inflammation of the brain.) As a consequence, I was in a coma for a week. My recollection of that mental time spent was that I was on an island with my (deceased) favorite grandfather and that I was held from passing over.

Then, I just awakened and found myself restrained, dehydrated and alone in a hospital bed. (It was one of the few times my Mom wasn't there.)

Another classmate had the same thing and recovered with paralysis on one side of her body.

I was fine. They did an EEG on me and could find nothing effected. However, I always wondered if that did impact and structure the way that my brain and intuitive sense works. It is almost as if I have two minds. Hence, my avatar.

 

[tnphil]

A couple of years ago, my DW did a bike workout on a Friday. As usual for Friday, we bought groceries but also went to Walmart for some stuff. She bought Gatorade and notebooks.

Afterward, she saw the Gatorade and asked "where did these come from?" Same with notebooks minutes later. I explained.
Same questions again shortly...
I told her to get in the shower, I was taking her to ER. My thought was stroke... She Mosied around forever.

We spent 4 hours in ER. Same set of questions from her, Same order, the entire time. She was weeping because I became frustrated, lady next to us told her I was quite patient.

Finally, about 1am they put her in ER room. About 3am, they diagnosed "transient global amnesia". Rare, "shouldn't" recur.
Brought on by too much physical activity-too hard of a workout, but they also said "sex". No, I certainly ain't that good!

Scared the crap outta me.

 

[Terriannie]

Not big or important but it happened to me today.

I had to pick DH's elderly Aunt at the airport which is in a mess with road work. Arriving early, I failed twice to get into the cell park to wait for her call and circled twice. Returning holiday traffic was horrendous with both inside and outside pick up lanes packed and double parked with only 1 lane as a go-through, so I started to get anxious and worried but decided to let it go and wait totally off the airport area at a store.

After she arrived, I got the call that she was at the luggage area waiting for her luggage. (Because she's elderly she didn't understand that I just couldn't park and go in.) I told her that she needed go outside after she got her suitcase, take note of the number of the door she would be at and then call me. I was halfway through the crawl when her 2nd call came and the number she said she was at was just in front of me. Miraculously, that was the only space open so I just zipped right in, stopping right in front of her!

 

[cheyenneplateau]

I was staying in a hospice room with my great aunt who was passing. I decided to stay the night. They gave me an old army cot that when opened up, was only 6 inches off the ground. Im thinking, "How am I going to get down close enough to that thing without falling over, to lay on it."

I put it in a part of the room that was about 7 ft. away from my aunt's bed. I didn't want to get in the way of any of the nurses that might pop in at night to check on her.

I decided to try to lay down on the cot & all 5'10" of me crouched down to lay on it. So there I am, laying 6" off the ground.

In the middle of the night, I woke up with a start. I realized that I was STANDING beside my Aunt's bed looking down at her. I have no idea how I got up from that low cot on the floor and got over to my aunt's bedside without waking up.
I felt at that moment her soul might have left her body, for she passed a few hours later.

 

[Walrus Whisperer]

I was walking to the back of my property. Thought I was gonna step on a stick. Foot came down. It was actually a rattlesnake. I don't know how I did it but I was airborne and about 5 feet away from the thing. I killed it. Those things are dangerous!

 

[Firebird]

When I was 15 or 16, I was at my friends house looking at fossils and arrowheads his dad had collected scuba diving. My friend showed me his dad's new deer rifle, and my 1st question was, is it unloaded? He assured me that it was.
Stupidly, I turned around to look at more artifacts. The gun went off, and I felt the bullet go through my hair above my left ear. Other than the grace of almighty God, I don't know how I didn't get my head blown clean off! I would have killed my buddy, but he was so freaked out, he couldn't even function. I believe it traumatized him more.

 

[pauldingbabe]

I had the pleasure of watching Dale Earnhardt pluck Jeff Gordon out of his car and proceeded to beat his ass. We were at Darlington, the Lady in black, at Friday afternoon qualifications during practice.

Funniest thing about it was Dale walked away with Jeff wondering why he was on the ground, when a little girl (about 4 years old) ran up to him and and kicked jeff with everything she had....walked back to her daddy very satisfied at that!

God what a day! I still laugh!

That's not even my most interesting!

 

[MMWW]

Many times, but this riot was perhaps the most unusual for the average person.

Back when there were government institutions, I was working as a supervisor in the Behavior Units. There was an undercover investigation and Boom Day, much of the regular staff were pulled out and were loaded on buses and driven away for interrogation. Replacements were - anybody. A social worker, the head of recreation. And I went out onto the floor. Within a hour, the first and worst unit called over the speakers, "Code Red." That meant anybody, come, out of control. By a few hours, all 6 behavior units were rioting. As I called Code Red on my unit, one of the patients was biting my arm while I was on the phone. Over the next few days, they were carting lots of staff out to the hospital. It was a fight, believe me, except we were only allowed to control, not hit back. Control = restraining, 2 point tie downs. Overwhelming the assailant and tying him in a chair. I didn't get seriously hurt until the third or fourth day. I had the tip of my finger hanging loose where somebody slammed a door on it. A guy from the on-site energy plant drove me to the ER. It was all hands-on deck. I was on light duty then, OMG, the staffing efforts, the paperwork. It settled down somewhat after a few days. They moved the worst of the offenders to another institution and heavy loaded the staffing. I really didn't like that job at all but the pay was very good and I had bills to pay. I retired as soon as I made 10 years and could get a pension. Next up: office work.

 

[SurvivalRing]

I see we have a couple of other “step on snek” stories, so I’ll share mine, too…

We lived in Plano from 1969 on. My dad had worked at Texas Instruments at the world headquarters in north Dallas. He had joined Texins Rod and Gun Club, located in Allen, about 15 miles north of Plano.

Years before, when the Texas DOT was building Central Expressway out past Loop 12 to the south, the rocks and such were being taken out of a quarry in East Allen. Unfortunately, while digging out the rocks, the crews hit a spring, filling the quarry with fresh water.

While they worked on finding another source of rocks, someone had the idea to buy the property and turn it into a park, with fishing, three different shooting ranges, a pavilion, picnic tables, and a swimming area. TI was the buyer, and my mom and I went there for years, catching bass, bream, catfish, turtles (not intentionally!), and crappie. I’ve got some great memories…except for this one.

While walking from the small fishing pier, to the east, where the shallow end of the lake was, I was carrying three rods and my huge tackle box…not looking where I was stepping. This area was marshy, because the upper pond’s overflow crossed this path into the lower lake.

On this particular hot and sunny day, I should have been looking…because I stepped right on the head of an 8 foot long black water moccasin. He had been hanging out in the moss and algae catching and eating bream and crappie. Because he was rather full, he couldn’t move, either to strike me, or to get away. I noticed it AFTER I felt something wiggle under my tennis shoe.

As I realized the wiggling was a snake, and not a large tree limb, I somehow teleported from the snake under foot, to at least 10 feet away. It was truly a holy shit moment.

The Rod and Gun club was sold to the city years ago, who opened it up and expanded it with more ponds and walking trails.

Here’s the park, now named Bethany Lakes…



The u-shaped lake closest to the McD is where I fished 80% of the time, and there were HUGE bass there.

Here’s Allen’s layout if you want a great place to fish year round.



To everyone else…don’t be like us…

 

[pauldingbabe]

Working with the nutty ain't light work!

 

[Siskiyoumom]

I went to college in my forties. Worked two part time jobs.

One short stint job was in a group home for mentally ill adults. Grave yard shift.

Usually all the residents were tucked into their beds by the time I came on shift.

One night I fell asleep at the desk and woke to a light tapping sound.

I jerked awake and in front of the desk, at desk top level was a Marine Corp hat. It slowly rose up on the high and tight noggin of a resident I had not yet met. The fella had a uniform jacket and shirt on.

He stood to attention and said, “Ma’am, I got your six, get your shut eye, big boss comes in at 04:00, revelry for you will be at 03:45.

Turns out he was a Vietnam Nam highly decorated veteran who woukd self check in to the facility when the voices got too loud.

I only lasted a few weeks there due to my sleep depravation.

 

[CaBuckeye]

I have not had anything unusual or odd happen to me in my lifetime. I haven’t died and seen the light nor gunshot, seen a ghost, Jesus on a slice of bread or UFO/UAP, been abducted by aliens, dated a “trophy” woman besides my wife, divorced, addicted to drugs, contracted a deadly disease, had a out of body experience, won at Lotto or talked to Men in Black. My life on the Weird scale would be in the lower 10 percent. My heroes and mentors are Ted Striker, Frank Burns and Walter Mitty.

 

[bracketquant]

Being hit by lightning during a snow storm... that was truly beyond bizare.

I see it helped with your spelling.

 

[Ira]

I was in the Air Force. Enlisted men don’t fly in that service

enlisted don't pilot in any service far as I know

 

[pauldingbabe]

Being hit by lightning during a snow storm... that was truly beyond bizare.

It is isn't it?

I got popped on our front porch within 4 months of moving out here.

Made me wonder if I had made a mistake...

 

[day late]

The Bible teaches that believers are given certain gifts, from above. For some it's prophecy. Others preach, teach, heal and/or other things. It was a few years back now, but I found out my gift was 'helps'. That's what I do. Someone needs a hand, and I'm there. At first, things didn't go that smoothly. At the time I was rather full of myself. When I realized that I hadn't gotten one of the big, flashy kind of things, to be honest, I was a bit miffed. Since The Lord already knows what I'm thinking before I speak, I don't try to work around the edges. He knows I'm not happy already. Why try to hide it behind flowery speech? Not to say I'm railing at Him. More along the line of,

"I can give prophecies! I can do healings, I, I, I,"

You may notice a pattern here. The Lord was gracious. He let me go on for quite some time and get it all out. Then when I had to catch my breath and had started to repeat myself, there was that still small voice. With just a few words, I was on my knees.

"It's not about you."

 

[PghPanther]

Little balls of light. Usually green. Floating in bedroom at night. Going through wall and coming back through. Seen them go into the phone wiring sitting on the dresser.

I’m starting to wonder if I’m just seeing things like this. But meeting my wife and knowing what she can do … I know I’m not. She knows things that haven’t happened yet. To perfection, in the way she says it will.

1979 in Charlotte, NC - it was maybe 8pm and I was on the back deck when these "orbs" began floating around the back yard. At first it was a couple, then another, and another, until there were around ten of them.

They were slightly smaller than a golf ball, maybe 2/3 the size, and looked like a well formed ball of fire. They weren't sizzling or crackling or making any type of noise, and just seemed to slowly float around about 6 feet off the ground.

After watching them several minutes, one by one they slowly floated out of yard, staying the same distance off the ground the entire time until they were all out of sight.

That's called ball lightning. My dad said one floated down their chimney once when he was a kid, it floated through the living room then fizzled out.

St. Elmo's fire........................or

this song .........

"I remember a talk about North Carolina
And a strange, strange pond
You see the sides were like glass
In the thick of a forest without a road
And if any man's hand ever made that land
Then I think it would've showed
That's why it seems like a dream
Got me hypnotized"

- Hypnotized - Fleetwood Mac

 

[PghPanther]

Had tickets to a Nascar race in Chicago. My seat was the end of pit wall leading onto the track, across from the ambulance.
They are called "Hot Passes" and you need to submit to a background check 2 months prior to the race to get them. We were the "Guests" of a lady working for Nascar doing the timing on cars leaving the pits. She, and the 4 tickets we had were the only ones allowed past the pits into this area. What a great vantage point for the cup race.

Ok that was just fun. The only thing that "happened" to me, didn't.
I was scheduled to fly US Air from O'Hare Int'l to Pittsburgh on Flt 427, Sept 8, 1994.
Decided to change flights to leaving from Midway Airport, 15 minutes later(Was closer to my work) about a week before.

This is what happened to Flight 427:

How USAir Flight 427 Became Pennsylvania's Deadliest Air Disaster

A rudder malfunction was to blame for the crash of USAir flight 427.

simpleflying.com

Read my post about my having foresight of that crash.......

 

[PghPanther]

I had the pleasure of watching Dale Earnhardt pluck Jeff Gordon out of his car and proceeded to beat his ass. We were at Darlington, the Lady in black, at Friday afternoon qualifications during practice.

Funniest thing about it was Dale walked away with Jeff wondering why he was on the ground, when a little girl (about 4 years old) ran up to him and and kicked jeff with everything she had....walked back to her daddy very satisfied at that!

God what a day! I still laugh!

That's not even my most interesting!

plucked him out of a race car?..................during practice?................how did a 4 year old girl go up to him in a restricted area like that?...........

 

[Jeanmar53]

2 very unusual occurrences happened to me several years ago.

It was a few minutes before 8pm in our living room...DH and I were looking forward to the Billy Graham crusade that would be televised at 8pm....DH went into the kitchen to get some beverages. I was lying on the sofa.

Suddenly, I couldn't move or speak...couldn't even blink an eye! I could hear my DH putting the ice in the glasses and
could see but I was physically frozen. I was petrified and screamed in my mind, help me Jesus.

Next thing I knew, it felt like a super fast force was being pushed thru the top of my head thru to my toes....all
was normal again and DH was returning with our iced tea. I likened it to those tubes at the ATM...the whole experience
wasn't long but it felt like forever at the time.
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My daughter was practicing Float like a butterfly on the piano...I went down to the basement to get the laundry out
of the dryer.

I put the dried laundry in the laundry basket and was about to head upstairs to fold. I just happened to glance at the
laundry table where I usually fold the laundry.

There was a horrendous huge demon with ram horns on the laundry table looking straight at me....it had the ugliest smirk on it's face.

I was so scared! Afraid to look again and afraid to move. I called to Jesus...He let me know there is a protective ring
around me that the demon cannot penetrate. I ran upstairs, leaving the laundry basket on the floor where it dropped.

When DH got home, I relayed what happened. He went to retrieve the basket. I can't recall how long it took me to go
downstairs to the basement again.

 

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[Profit of Doom]

Let’s get serious.
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Don’t let that Roomba summon the devil!

 

[Cardinal]

At the age of 10, I was on an over night campout with my girl scout troop.
We were in a park with some large covered pavilions.
This is where we girls were supposed to sleep.
But, being girls, and 10 year olds, there was no sleeping going on.
Instead, it was non-stop chatter.
In disgust, I took my sleeping bag and went into the woods a few yards away.
There, in a clearing, I laid out my bag, and prepared to get a good night's sleep.
Alas, it was not to be.

I shortly observed a large (did I say LARGE?) saucer shaped object with waaaaayy to many lights, fly right over me.
Slowly.
Without making any noise.

I was too terrified to move.
And no, I didn't get any sleep that night.

 

[Walrus Whisperer]

The Bible teaches that believers are given certain gifts, from above. For some it's prophecy. Others preach, teach, heal and/or other things. It was a few years back now, but I found out my gift was 'helps'. That's what I do. Someone needs a hand, and I'm there. At first, things didn't go that smoothly. At the time I was rather full of myself. When I realized that I hadn't gotten one of the big, flashy kind of things, to be honest, I was a bit miffed. Since The Lord already knows what I'm thinking before I speak, I don't try to work around the edges. He knows I'm not happy already. Why try to hide it behind flowery speech? Not to say I'm railing at Him. More along the line of,

"I can give prophecies! I can do healings, I, I, I,"

You may notice a pattern here. The Lord was gracious. He let me go on for quite some time and get it all out. Then when I had to catch my breath and had started to repeat myself, there was that still small voice. With just a few words, I was on my knees.

"It's not about you."

THAT is downright beautiful!

At 37, I'm now 78, God's freeway intervention, ( speaking out loud to me- just 4 words) while I was driving home from my IBM job, leading me to faith and Jesus as my Lord and Savior.

At the age of 10, I was on an over night campout with my girl scout troop.
We were in a park with some large covered pavilions.
This is where we girls were supposed to sleep.
But, being girls, and 10 year olds, there was no sleeping going on.
Instead, it was non-stop chatter.
In disgust, I took my sleeping bag and went into the woods a few yards away.
There, in a clearing, I laid out my bag, and prepared to get a good night's sleep.
Alas, it was not to be.

I shortly observed a large (did I say LARGE?) saucer shaped object with waaaaayy to many lights, fly right over me.
Slowly.
Without making any noise.

I was too terrified to move.
And no, I didn't get any sleep that night.

A long time ago I saw what I thought was a flying saucer. Night time. Was taking the chickens food to them. You never saw anyone run that fast to get back to the house. I flung the feed into their run and got the heck out of there. I was maybe 12 or so. The humming noise it was making was bizarre to say the least.

 

[Ragnarok]

Based on the statistics and probability alone...

I was born.

 

[Homestyle]

Two life changing things happened to me. First one I was recently divorced, two babies, and working min wage job. I could see no way out. I was stressed, tired and scared. One day at my lunch time I went to pay my electric bill. The guy in front of me asked where are they taking applications for the new power plant? The lady said in the basement but will leave in about thirty minutes. I paid my bill and something told me to go get an application. I filled it out and went back to work.
Two weeks later I was called to take a test. A month later I was one of the first group to be hired, at union pay scale,three times the min wage at the time, full benefits. I got dream job.
The second thing again at lunch time I went to renew my drivers license. The employee asked if I wanted a new picture I started to say no but then for some reason I said sure. One older man in front of me. I noticed the background color of his picture was one I hadn't seen before. My turn. Two employees doing the pictures and paperwork. The older employee was called by someone in an office to come. She turned to the young woman and said you can do this one on your own now. Do it exactly like I just showed you for the last one. The young woman took my picture, didn't change the background. Filled out the paper work and had me sign. I waited for the licence to print. The next week the job required every one to show their driver's license. I turned mine in and later was called to the manager's office. He said why didn't you say you were a CDL class A driver? I said what? but before I could finish he said well that puts you in a different pay scale. I got a $1.60 hour raise. Now the best part was I applied for a house mortgage from the bank and was told my pay was a little under what they would require for a loan. I needed at least $1.50 more per hour. I got my house loan. I don't believe in coincidence, it had to be fate or just damn lucky.

I paid regular renew fee at first window and it showed paid and done when I was up for a picture. That's how I didn't have to pay the big renewal cost or whatever they do to get the Class renew. I went with regular drivers license next time. I don't remember computers in use in that small town revenue office. I have no idea what the actual paperwork showed what license I had.

Another edit: I never had to drive a big rig at my job, only a work truck standard transmission. Big vehicles scare me I would have never driven one anywhere. I was asked to drive a company van to transport visitors every now and then.

 

[xtreme_right]

When I was 9 years old, I gave my life to Christ by the directions of my Sunday School teacher. 2 nights later, I was attacked by a demon. L

A girl I went to high school with, told me that she had the same thing happen to her. I have read other things online about people having something like this happen.

Something similar happened to my daughter. She was 9 when she accepted Christ. She immediately started seeing things and felt a demonic presence. She was scared and wanted to hurry up and get baptized. I think it was maybe a week between her saying she accepted Christ and her getting baptized. It never happened after her baptism.

 

[lanningro]

Nasty, Nasty divorce. Countless trips to court. Her family had shown up at every court appearance and made enough threats that I had an escort of deputies to and from the parking lot. So, they petition the court to pull my carry permit. Judge takes me Into chambers and asks for my permit. He's tapping it on his desk and looks at the bailiff and two deputies in the room, hands it back tells me l will probably need it.
Fast forward a week later one of her sons who looks like King Kong corners me at a gas station yanks the truck door open. No doubt he could kick my ass. After a couple of seconds of looking at the business end of my P95 Ruger he walked away.

Bad Robert for not being more situationally aware, never made that mistake again.

 

[day late]

THAT is downright beautiful!

Beautiful??? I leave that judgement to others. Humbling!!! Like you wouldn't believe. But I should have known. The Bible does say that a man shouldn't think too highly of himself. That was my boo-boo.

 

[West]

Beautiful??? I leave that judgement to others. Humbling!!! Like you wouldn't believe. But I should have known. The Bible does say that a man shouldn't think too highly of himself. That was my boo-boo.

Ain't that the truth! How quickly I've been humbled!

Bless you Day Late!

We gotta keep on keeping on!

 

[Delta]

Just remembered this "unusual" event: I had spend the night at an uncle's in Seattle near zoo. I got up very early and walked over to the zoo. Empty place, but zookeepers were walking some of the animals around on the visitor paths. I stopped by a pool to watch some otters playing. An elephant (without a zookeeper attendant) walked up next to me, stuck its trunk into the pool for a drink, and proceeded to watch the otters with me for a while. Sort of cool, friendly like. The otters seemed to appreciate the attention.

 

[Bad Hand]

I was living in my tipi and trapping Beaver in the Colorado high country. I saw this huge bull elk, the elk were shedding their antlers at this time. I said to the elk that I would love one of his antlers. The next morning when I walked out the door of my tipi there was a huge antler laying right there. I made the base of the antler into a belt buckle.

 

[marsofold]

In the late sixties, when I was a boy of 14, my buddy Bill and I frequently explored the woods in our area. They were not too deep, maybe a few miles wide by a dozen long, and all in steep windy hills. There was a folklore legend of a hostile crazy man living in the woods nicknamed "Hunky John", who lived near "hidden lake", and would shoot buckshot at anyone coming near him. We had never seen any sign of him or "hidden lake", although we really didn't know the woods all that well. One day we came upon some coal tailings, followed them uphill, and found one of the few coal mines still existing in the area that hadn't been sealed shut. Well, being 14, our own secret coal mine was the coolest thing imaginable. We rounded up some a couple of our friends, found some candles, footed our way back through the woods, and went in. The ceiling was only about five feet tall and "supported" by rotted, moss-covered crossbeams at the entrance, but since we still weren't fully grown we didn't consider it a major inconvenience. The mine went back about forty feet around a curved wall, then slimy looking water blocked our path. The water was only about 18" deep. We couldn't see around the bend without getting wet, and neither of us wanted to step into the slimy water. We did notice that the wicks and smoke of our candles showed a slight steady breeze going into the mine, so we knew there had to be another opening somewhere else. I was nearest the entrance when it happened. The gnarled head of an angry old man poked into the mine and began screaming obscenities at us. We were trapped in the mine with Hunky John at the entrance!!! Since we had nowhere to run, and the bulk of his ranting was orders to get out of HIS mine; we gulped and hurriedly worked our way past him. We walked as fast we could down the coal tailings without actually running, probably because we were afraid he'd shoot us in the back if we ran.

Years later, in our early twenties, we heard a rumor that his shack had been burnt down. It was late fall and we approached the general area of the mine from uphill. We saw a burned out shack below at the same elevation as the mine. Approaching cautiously, it soon became apparent that nobody was around. We rifled though the burnt remains of the shack and found some rusted old handtools, a coal stove, a medium sized jar of black powder, an old ledger, and an ancient map. A small secluded pond (hidden lake?) was visible a short distance from the shack. Keeping the map, ledger, and black powder, we left with our loot. The map showed the general area around where we lived, although 90% of the roads weren't on the map, some streets shown on the map were were places we knew no road existed at all, and many of the streets we recognized had different names. I wish I hadn't lost that map over the years. In the ledger we found a few brief numerical entries, and the name "John Rorach". Apparently that was the name of the infamously feared troll of the woods. I'm guessing that John Rorach was born in the late 1800s and worked in the coal mines until they were abandoned during the Great Depression. Unable to find work, be lived in the abandoned mine shack, fished the pond and hunted the woods for food. Undoubtedly kept himself warm in winter digging chucks of coal from the mine. And became the feared mythical "Hunky John"...

 

[West]

Good stuff.

In or around 1984, I was hunting near the Kings Canyon forest in the Sierras. Didn't get any sleep the night before opening day as usually. So I decided to take a nap on a deer trail.

Then from a light sleep, I heard or was dreaming a deep purring. At first I thought it was a dream, but then realized it was no dream. Opened my eyes to a huge mountain lion sniffing my boots. Her head was wider than my own and I jumped up. That startled the lion and she to jumped strait up and into the thick brush not 6 feet away.

Standing there and making sure the safety was off with the rifle pointing into the brush, a low pitched growing scream was heard at my feet. Looking down was this adorable little cub cat.

Then momma screamed so loud and so close that I thought for sure she was ready to pounce on me. But the cub dove into the brush and both I could hear crashing threw the brush and away from me, as I quickly backed off with my head on a swivel.

Since then I've had many other encounters with the mountain lions in the further north and Southern Oregon Cascades, Klamath areas.