A Personal Experience By Kira
When I was three years old, my grandfather was still working as a policeman in my hometown. He wasn't well-liked by his coworkers -- as a preacher, he was too much of a "goody-goody" for them. He gained a few enemies because he played by the rules when his peers wouldn't, but that didn't keep him from being shocked to find that a few officers had framed him for a federal crime.
He was allowed to stay home while awaiting his trial. His cousin, John, a lawyer, offered to defend him, and Grandpa readily accepted. Unfortunately, a few days before the trial, John died suddenly, and Grandpa was without his cousin, childhood friend, and legal counselor.
The night before his trial, Grandma and Grandpa were in bed when Grandpa heard the phone ring. Grandma was asleep but Grandpa was too stressed out to sleep. He answered it and tersely greeted the person on the other end -- why in the world was someone calling him at three o'clock in the morning?
"Hey Jimmy!" the voice on the other end said.
Grandpa recognized the voice, and he also recognized the greeting. His name is James, but people either called him James or Jim. There was only one person on Earth who'd ever called him "Jimmy," and that was his lawyer and cousin John, who'd been dead for weeks.
"Jimmy, listen, everything's gonna be alright, Jimmy," John said.
There was a click and the line went dead. Grandpa, understandably shaken, hung up and somehow fell asleep.
Years later, Grandpa told me the story of the ghost that gave him a ring on one of the most stressful nights of his life. Grandpa's mind is as sharp as mine and he doesn't lie. He swears that he wasn't asleep and that the voice was definitely John's. Grandma was sound asleep and never heard the phone, and neither did my mom and I although we were living with them at the time. Somehow John managed to comfort Grandpa on the eve of his trial, for which we are all eternally grateful!
When I was three years old, my grandfather was still working as a policeman in my hometown. He wasn't well-liked by his coworkers -- as a preacher, he was too much of a "goody-goody" for them. He gained a few enemies because he played by the rules when his peers wouldn't, but that didn't keep him from being shocked to find that a few officers had framed him for a federal crime.
He was allowed to stay home while awaiting his trial. His cousin, John, a lawyer, offered to defend him, and Grandpa readily accepted. Unfortunately, a few days before the trial, John died suddenly, and Grandpa was without his cousin, childhood friend, and legal counselor.
The night before his trial, Grandma and Grandpa were in bed when Grandpa heard the phone ring. Grandma was asleep but Grandpa was too stressed out to sleep. He answered it and tersely greeted the person on the other end -- why in the world was someone calling him at three o'clock in the morning?
"Hey Jimmy!" the voice on the other end said.
Grandpa recognized the voice, and he also recognized the greeting. His name is James, but people either called him James or Jim. There was only one person on Earth who'd ever called him "Jimmy," and that was his lawyer and cousin John, who'd been dead for weeks.
"Jimmy, listen, everything's gonna be alright, Jimmy," John said.
There was a click and the line went dead. Grandpa, understandably shaken, hung up and somehow fell asleep.
Years later, Grandpa told me the story of the ghost that gave him a ring on one of the most stressful nights of his life. Grandpa's mind is as sharp as mine and he doesn't lie. He swears that he wasn't asleep and that the voice was definitely John's. Grandma was sound asleep and never heard the phone, and neither did my mom and I although we were living with them at the time. Somehow John managed to comfort Grandpa on the eve of his trial, for which we are all eternally grateful!
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