Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Is It ESP?


One of my new favorite writers, David at authorblog asks a weekly question for his readers to answer.

If you want to join in here's what David would like you to do:
Please answer today's question on your own blog, any time until next weekend. Just link to this blog (or to this post) so I can follow the progress of the discussion.

This week's question is "Do you have ESP?" Of course, I'm going to tell you a story. It's not so much about ESP as it is about a strong and eerie mental connection...

My dad and I have always had a strong mental connection. In the days before caller i.d., he knew when I was the one calling on the telephone, and would answer the phone with "Hi Mist." When asked how he knew it was me, he would reply either "I was just getting ready to call you" or "I was just thinking about you." My husband used to doubt this connection and think we were just talking. That is... he USED to doubt our connection... Now, he swears that he will never doubt it again.

My dad had brought over a book for me to read called "Into the Wilderness" by Sara Donati. It was the first book of a series. Since he liked the book so much, I purchased the next two books of the series for him and gave them to him to read while I read the first book. While I was reading, my dad refrained from asking how far I was in the book, because, for one, he didn't want to pressure me into reading it, and, also, because he didn't want to be tempted to tell me what was going to happen next. I was at work when I finished the book, and I loved it so much that I was actually sad and depressed that it was over. My boss said "Tell me the name of the next book in the series, and I will go get it for you tonight so you can start reading it tomorrow." I replied "Nah, that's OK. My dad will bring me the next book, because he will sense that I need it." My boss has NEVER doubted the connection between my dad and me, and he looked at me and said "I'll be very interested to see how long it takes for him to sense that. I'll see you tomorrow morning." I left work, drove the fifteen minutes home, and when I was pulling in our farm driveway, my husband stopped me. I rolled down my window, and he said "I had a visitor today." I asked who, and he just replied "Oh, he was on a motorcycle and had a ponytail." I excitedly replied "My daddy was here? And I missed seeing him??? Why did he come while I was at work?" My husband replied "He said that he wanted to drop something off for you before he went to work. I just sat there staring at him and asked "What did he drop off?" My husband replied "I don't know, there's a plastic bag on our porch for you." I ran to the porch and opened the bag, and, yes, you guessed it - there was the next book in the series. Dad later told me that something just told him he needed to drop that book off that day.

Oh, but the story doesn't end there. I had finished the second book in the series while at work too. I came home from work and was playing ball with Molly. My mother-in-law was talking to me, and I said "My dad will be coming any time now." She asked "How do you know that?" I said "Because I just finished the second book in that series." She laughed and said "Oh brother" (that phrase is a thing with her). The next morning, I awoke to the sound of a motorcycle pulling in our drive. I ran outside in my sheep slippers to jump into my dad's embrace. Then, he went around to the saddlebag and stood there looking at me. He said "Mist, are you needing something from me? Because, I have NEVER come here in the morning when you needed to get ready for work, but I just felt that I had to throw this book in the saddlebag and head over here." I just started laughing, while my husband stood next to me shaking his head. My husband was muttering some things like "Unbelievable! You guys are creepy! How do you guys read each other's minds like that? I'll never doubt you guys again, you can be sure of that." We just laughed at him and walked inside to talk about the book I had just finished.

There are many, many more stories of my dad's and my mental connection, but I've already made this one heck of a long post, and I'll be honestly surprised if you have read this far! LOL

5 comments:

The Egel Nest

After reading that long post...I think I have a mental connection with you and your dad...Just kidding!

Great post...and I love your take on David's question...I LOVE Authorblog!


Bradley
The Egel Nest

Tammy

Something is wrong with the comments on blogger. They're not showing on the post that there are any, but when you click on comments they are there. Weird eh???

So, ESP....one of my sisters freaks me out sometimes. She always knows when someone is going to die or be born. Freaks me right out!!!

david mcmahon

Hi Misty,

I thoroughly enjoyed that post and what particularly shone through for me was the special bond between you and your Dad.

I am a father as well and I know how precious this connection is.

May I also say that I am so honoured by what you said about my blog and my writing.

To you and Bradley (Egel Nest), a very warm, heartfelt thank you for your kind words.

Keep smiling

David

D...

You are so lucky! I think it's awesome that ya'll have that closeness & great mental connection.

i beati

intriquing story . I have 6 dogs one 21 and love them so much . Noone I don't think can see what I see in them . At least that's what I say at 2 a. m. while I am having conversations with them..sk

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