Speaker 1: Back in twenty and seventeen, I purchased ten acres in
Speaker 1: northern Michigan, a few miles away from Huron National Forest.
Speaker 1: I bought the property to use as a weekend getaway
Speaker 1: from my mother and myself. The area is set up
Speaker 1: for RV camping, close to the road frontage and adjacent
Speaker 1: to a garage. The rest of the property consists of
Speaker 1: unused wooded areas and a long narrow drive lined with
Speaker 1: thick trees and scrub, and there's also a shared pond
Speaker 1: all the way in the back. During my first overnight stay,
Speaker 1: I was awakened by a loud whoop from something close
Speaker 1: to the bedroom window. It caught me off guard. I
Speaker 1: almost fell out of bed. Well. I grabbed my flashlight
Speaker 1: off the nightstand and I walked to the front of
Speaker 1: the RV where Mom was. She was sound asleep. I
Speaker 1: was sure the sound would have awakened her, even though
Speaker 1: she cannot hear thunder without her hearing aids. On another visit,
Speaker 1: I took the garden wagon loaded with tools to get
Speaker 1: some work done back by the pond. I was standing
Speaker 1: fifteen feet across from a thick tree line, clipping branches
Speaker 1: to widen the drive path enough not to scratch the vehicles.
Speaker 1: The trees and the bushes are so heavy that it
Speaker 1: looked dark there even during the day. As I was
Speaker 1: busy clipping away, I heard a loud grunting directly opposite
Speaker 1: me from the thick trees. I was so startled that
Speaker 1: my skin was crawling and my hands felt like they
Speaker 1: were moving in slow motion as I grabbed the wagon
Speaker 1: handle and pulled it along, walking out as fast as
Speaker 1: I could. After that, I never went past the culvert
Speaker 1: by the pond without carrying a weapon. Every time I
Speaker 1: mowed past that point, I had the strong gut feeling
Speaker 1: that I was being watch At times, I'd get so
Speaker 1: creeped out that i'd keep my weapon trained on the
Speaker 1: tree line as I moved near the trees, not that
Speaker 1: a nine millimeter would do much good with the size
Speaker 1: of whatever this was. Lady, if you can do that,
Speaker 1: I bet you're not driving a zero turn lawnmower. I
Speaker 1: have a zero turn, and if I even let go
Speaker 1: of one handle, I just start going in circles. So
Speaker 1: I always I just can't see myself holding a pistol
Speaker 1: and steering a zero turn with one hand. But I
Speaker 1: don't know that just hit me. I thought I'd talk
Speaker 1: about it. Let's get back to the story. After about
Speaker 1: a year, I thought it would be nice to put
Speaker 1: a small shed down by the pond to use for
Speaker 1: a more private getaway place further from the road. I
Speaker 1: had an area cleared, the shed delivered, My father and
Speaker 1: I spent the day up there mowing and trimming weeds.
Speaker 1: When we reached the covert at the start of the pond,
Speaker 1: we saw an enormous pile of gap. We got out
Speaker 1: of the truck and tried to figure out what could
Speaker 1: have made such a large pile. It didn't look like
Speaker 1: bear droppings. When we gave up on trying to identify it,
Speaker 1: I realized that one of the large logs I hadn't
Speaker 1: split yet was floating in the middle of the pond.
Speaker 1: It had been taken from a stack I had under
Speaker 1: a lean to at the road. Now, how on earth
Speaker 1: did it get all the way to the pond. Well.
Speaker 1: My dad was puzzled just like I was, and he
Speaker 1: quietly mumbled under his breath that it looked intentional. It
Speaker 1: wasn't until later that I got the impression that something
Speaker 1: was upset that I had invaded their space so I
Speaker 1: stopped using the property as an overnight getaway. I only
Speaker 1: went up for the day to mow and hang out
Speaker 1: in nature until the early evening, when I would drive
Speaker 1: home well. I fixed the shed with a small front
Speaker 1: porch and placed a small metal table on it. It
Speaker 1: had a raw iron base and an umbrella tightly secured
Speaker 1: in the center. I drove my mother down with refreshments
Speaker 1: and she sat in the chair next to the table
Speaker 1: under the umbrella, with a nice view of the pond.
Speaker 1: I started trimming trees, and after a few minutes I
Speaker 1: looked down to check on my mom. She was standing
Speaker 1: behind her chair, looking into the woods and trying to
Speaker 1: get my attention. When I got back to her, she
Speaker 1: said she heard a loud grunting across from where she
Speaker 1: was sitting. This time, I brought a long gun. I
Speaker 1: went to the vehicle and grabbed the rifle, and I
Speaker 1: walked over to where my mother pointed at the noise.
Speaker 1: I wasn't planning on shooting anything, but I had a
Speaker 1: good scope and I hoped I could get an idea
Speaker 1: of what was responsible for all the strange activity happening
Speaker 1: on the party. I stepped several feet into the trees,
Speaker 1: and then I heard something say sh fear took hold
Speaker 1: of me and I only had enough courage to make
Speaker 1: a quick scan with my scope. My instincts were yelling
Speaker 1: at me to get out of the area immediately, and
Speaker 1: I listened, and I packed Mom in the vehicle, and
Speaker 1: I grabbed our goodies and we drove out. That was
Speaker 1: the last time my mother went to that property. Later
Speaker 1: that fall, my father and I went up for the
Speaker 1: day to mow and trim, and after we finished working,
Speaker 1: we decided to eat our sandwiches next to the little
Speaker 1: pond area. When we got there, we saw the umbrella
Speaker 1: lying on the ground. I picked it up to put
Speaker 1: it back in its slot in the table, and I
Speaker 1: noticed the folded metal in the center hole was bent,
Speaker 1: as if something had slammed it around before picking it
Speaker 1: up out of its holder and throwing it to the ground.
Speaker 1: In the winter of twenty twenty, I drove up to
Speaker 1: check the grapevines and see if I should trend them
Speaker 1: back and check on the shed. The snow was pretty
Speaker 1: deep and the plows had done their job on the
Speaker 1: main road, but that driving onto my property was impossible
Speaker 1: due to the wall of snow blocking my entrance, so
Speaker 1: I parked across the street in the church parking lot
Speaker 1: instead and walked to my property. It was a typical
Speaker 1: Michigan winter weather day, and I had my down coat
Speaker 1: on with a large poncho over it to make sure
Speaker 1: that I stayed warm. It was cold and overcast and
Speaker 1: only two more hours of daylight left, and I tracked
Speaker 1: on into the property and checked on the grapevines and
Speaker 1: I did a bit of cutting back, and I noticed
Speaker 1: strange tracks in the snow that I could not figure out.
Speaker 1: But it was the huge length of stride that caught
Speaker 1: my attention. I tried to measure them using my own stride,
Speaker 1: stretching my legs as far as they would go next
Speaker 1: to the tracks, but I didn't even come close. It
Speaker 1: looked like whatever made these tracks had done it on
Speaker 1: three legs. Sure as rain as I reached the culvert,
Speaker 1: a sick, dark feeling hit me hard in my stomach,
Speaker 1: and I stopped in my tracks. My senses were telling
Speaker 1: me that something menacing was only feet away and it
Speaker 1: wanted me dead. And then within seconds the feeling of
Speaker 1: danger lifted. I was confused but relieved, and I saw
Speaker 1: my neighbor was pulling into his driveway all the way
Speaker 1: up at the end of the road, and must have
Speaker 1: accidentally scared off what had been there with me. There
Speaker 1: have been numerous times while I was at the property
Speaker 1: that I felt watched. If I walk along the drive
Speaker 1: I hear something pacing me slowly in the tree line.
Speaker 1: I never smell anything foul or out of the ordinary,
Speaker 1: but often I will walk back a short distance and
Speaker 1: find a feather placed directly in my path. For the
Speaker 1: entire day last summer, I was tracked by something in
Speaker 1: the trees. The neighbors were gone for a weekend at
Speaker 1: a wedding, and I knew I was alone. I popped
Speaker 1: up a small privacy tent to place my lugaloo. I
Speaker 1: don't know what a lug aloo is. He set up
Speaker 1: a table with a wash stand just outside the door.
Speaker 1: I hammered in new tent steaks as I lost the
Speaker 1: last ones, or so I thought. As the day was
Speaker 1: coming to an end, I felt a very strong presence
Speaker 1: in the bushes next to the pop up tent. Well,
Speaker 1: this time I spoke to it. Don't worry, I'm leaving soon,
Speaker 1: I said aloud. I went to use the bathroom before
Speaker 1: the drive home, and after I finished, I could hear
Speaker 1: a loud sniffing sound in the bushes right where I
Speaker 1: had been standing. I couldn't see anything, but it was alarming. Nonetheless,
Speaker 1: I'm leaving if you would just stop, I said louder
Speaker 1: this time, thinking it would calm my nerves. I folded
Speaker 1: the table down and grabbed the water jug and I
Speaker 1: walked about thirty feet to the truck put the items
Speaker 1: in it, and when I turned around, the pop up
Speaker 1: tent was flat on the ground. I walked over to
Speaker 1: it up and put it in its travel bag, and
Speaker 1: again all of my tent steaks were gone. I looked
Speaker 1: all around and I could not find a single one
Speaker 1: of them. What on earth I thought? Was that bigfoot
Speaker 1: that made the sniffing sound? Was he the one who
Speaker 1: stole my tent steaks? I told it once more that
Speaker 1: I was leaving, and I finished packing up and I left.
Speaker 1: After all of this, I decided to sell the RV,
Speaker 1: and after the buyer removed the trailer, I went up
Speaker 1: to the property and found a tree that had been
Speaker 1: near the RV that had been snapped clean off fifteen
Speaker 1: feet up from its base. There hadn't been any storms
Speaker 1: or high winds that I was aware of, And even
Speaker 1: if there had been, why had the surrounding trees not
Speaker 1: been affected. I pondered the strength that it would have
Speaker 1: taken for the creature to break a thick, healthy trunk
Speaker 1: like that, and I wondered if it had been Bigfoot.
Speaker 1: I bought another shed in place to near the road,
Speaker 1: and I currently use it for storage. I rarely go
Speaker 1: back near the pond and contemplate whether I should just
Speaker 1: sell the property because I cannot muster up enough courage
Speaker 1: to spend any real time there. It's a shame, too,
Speaker 1: because it's a lovely place. I guess Bigfoot seems to
Speaker 1: think so too. Oh that was a good story. But
Speaker 1: the sad part of it is, and I've heard this
Speaker 1: so many times, so many times, that people are run
Speaker 1: off of their property by these creatures. You know what's
Speaker 1: the answer to that. I have no idea. It's the
Speaker 1: luck of the draw. You buy some property that you
Speaker 1: haven't frequented, and then you know, within the first few
Speaker 1: months you find out you have these weird creatures on
Speaker 1: the property. You can't enjoy it, you can't go out
Speaker 1: at night. They run you off, They scare you all
Speaker 1: the time. You're paranoid every time you go, and then
Speaker 1: you wind up selling it. It's really a shame, and
Speaker 1: I hate that this person had to move her RV.
Speaker 1: It's she can't enjoy the pond anymore and she's thinking
Speaker 1: about selling it. It's just a sad state of affairs
Speaker 1: in my opinion. Maybe you'll get it worked out. I
Speaker 1: don't know what would be a method to run these
Speaker 1: things off. That's that what I might need to call
Speaker 1: Steve Lilly get him out of there. Of course he
Speaker 1: doesn't just run him off, he kills them. But maybe
Speaker 1: that's the answer. Who knows. All Right, that was a
Speaker 1: good story. Thank you, ma'am for sending it. I thought
Speaker 1: it was great. Thank you. Okay, here's another Bigfoot story.
Speaker 1: I think this whole podcast is going to be nothing
Speaker 1: but Bigfoot, which people seem to enjoy. So let's get
Speaker 1: into story number two. I'm from southern Virginia, about two
Speaker 1: hours north of North Carolina. When I was fourteen, my
Speaker 1: buddy and I were going to do an archery bear hunt.
Speaker 1: We set out around lunchtime after school and we made
Speaker 1: it to the location we wanted to hunt. My buddy
Speaker 1: made his way northwest and I went northeast. Thirty minutes
Speaker 1: in he texted me and he told me that he
Speaker 1: saw a bear cub and that he was going to wait,
Speaker 1: hoping there may be a boar or a sow nearby.
Speaker 1: I sat down and I waited too, until fifteen minutes
Speaker 1: later when I heard him screaming. I had just drawn
Speaker 1: my gun and was running in his direction when a
Speaker 1: five foot tall black creature running on two legs ran
Speaker 1: past me, going the opposite direction at full speed. When
Speaker 1: I got to my friend, he was bawling tears. I
Speaker 1: asked him what happened, but he couldn't speak. When he
Speaker 1: finally got a hold of himself, he said that as
Speaker 1: he drew back his spow, the bear cub he thought
Speaker 1: he was looking at stood up on two feet and
Speaker 1: looked him in the eye, and it snarled, and then
Speaker 1: it took off. To this day, we don't go near
Speaker 1: that area where we saw it. Another time, I was
Speaker 1: out fishing, but the bike was slow and I hadn't
Speaker 1: caught much. I decided to quit for a while and
Speaker 1: check the trail cams. I've decided to carry a shotgun
Speaker 1: to our ponds because of snakes, and that day I
Speaker 1: was carrying a pump action shotgun. I had just set
Speaker 1: my fishing pole down on the picnic table and was
Speaker 1: making my way to check my cameras, hoping to see
Speaker 1: if I had any good bucks to look at for
Speaker 1: the coming rifle season. I walked on and I heard
Speaker 1: a loud crunching sound twenty yards to my left. I
Speaker 1: shouldered my gun in case a wild boar, pig or
Speaker 1: a black bear was about to attack me, and as
Speaker 1: I looked in the direction of the sound, a creature
Speaker 1: stepped out from behind the trees, and he was covered
Speaker 1: head to toe in brownish blonde hair. I couldn't do
Speaker 1: anything but stop and stare at it, and when it
Speaker 1: started coming toward me, I yelled at it to stop.
Speaker 1: It backed up forty yards or so and I relaxed,
Speaker 1: but I tensed again just as quickly when it turned
Speaker 1: around again in it charged right at me. I knew
Speaker 1: right then that I'd have to shoot at it. I'm
Speaker 1: six foot seven and I weighed two hundred and forty pounds,
Speaker 1: but this thing was so tall I had to point
Speaker 1: up when I shot at it. Way up. It was
Speaker 1: easily over ten feet tall. I had number four buck
Speaker 1: shot in that pump action. Each shell has fifty four pellets,
Speaker 1: and I swear all fifty four of those pellets bounced
Speaker 1: off of this thing when I shot it, and it
Speaker 1: roared in a way I had never heard, like it
Speaker 1: was speaking, yelling at me to get the hell out
Speaker 1: of there. And as I watched it run back into
Speaker 1: the dense forest, I knew that was the last time
Speaker 1: I would hunt there. Oh my gosh, buck shot bouncing
Speaker 1: off of bigfoot didn't even penetrate its hide. Now that
Speaker 1: is amazing. The longer I do this podcast, every once
Speaker 1: in a while I come across something new, and this
Speaker 1: is really new. Most time when people shoot a bigfoot,
Speaker 1: it either bleeds or tears a hole in it, or
Speaker 1: makes it limp or kills it. I've never heard of
Speaker 1: bullets or shotgun shot bouncing off of bigfoot of bigfoot hide,
Speaker 1: But lucky for you, it was good enough to send
Speaker 1: him on his way. You're six foot seven, two hundred
Speaker 1: and forty pounds. You're a big man. But even at
Speaker 1: that size, a ten foot bigfoot coming down on you, you
Speaker 1: gotta start shooting. You just gotta start shooting. Thank you
Speaker 1: for this exciting story. I thought it was great all right,
Speaker 1: Bigfoot story number three. In twenty and twelve, my family
Speaker 1: moved into a new home that we built in Grandview, Missouri.
Speaker 1: It's located in a small valley next to Longview Lake,
Speaker 1: which consists of nine hundred and sixty acres. Woods surround
Speaker 1: the house property and behind us as a trail that
Speaker 1: completes a circle, and there's wildlife galore, deer, Turkey's codes,
Speaker 1: mountain lions, and everything in between. A year after moving in,
Speaker 1: my wife and our lab and I were walking the
Speaker 1: trail almost at dusk. As we cleared the end of
Speaker 1: the trail directly at the top of the hill, we
Speaker 1: heard a strange call. It sounded like a bird of prey,
Speaker 1: but ended in a long whistle, and it was moving
Speaker 1: from left to right. When we got back to our house,
Speaker 1: I saw my next door neighbor was out working on
Speaker 1: his car. He heard the noise too, and we both
Speaker 1: agreed it was unusual. A few months later, I was
Speaker 1: wakened by something hitting the house. It sounded like a
Speaker 1: big tree had fallen, Though now I don't have trees
Speaker 1: anywhere near the property big enough to make that kind
Speaker 1: of racket. I figured the wind had knocked something down,
Speaker 1: and I didn't think much more of it. We have
Speaker 1: a mating pair of great horned owls nested up on
Speaker 1: the hill, and I used to have fun calling back
Speaker 1: and forth with them because they always responded to me.
Speaker 1: Late one night, I was waking to the sound of
Speaker 1: one of the owls in the back of the house.
Speaker 1: I enjoyed listening to its call for a while, and
Speaker 1: then I went back to sleep. A little while later,
Speaker 1: I realized that it wasn't an owl. It was way
Speaker 1: too loud, and the tone suggested it was from a
Speaker 1: much bigger creature. Not only that it was coming from
Speaker 1: the other side of my window, and the owls had
Speaker 1: never gotten that close to our house before. I was
Speaker 1: feeling ill at the time, with a scratchy throat, and
Speaker 1: I had a glass of water on my nightstand. When
Speaker 1: I coughed and leaned over to take a drink, something
Speaker 1: right outside my window mimicked my cough exactly. I nearly
Speaker 1: choked on the sip of water. Later on, my son
Speaker 1: and I measured the height of that window. It's eight
Speaker 1: feet off the ground. After that night, it took me
Speaker 1: a couple of years to get the courage to sleep
Speaker 1: in that room again. I finally moved to bed, but
Speaker 1: I still had trouble sleeping. In December of twenty twenty two,
Speaker 1: my neighbor called me in a frenzy and asked me
Speaker 1: if I was home. I told him no. When I
Speaker 1: asked him what was going on, he told me it
Speaker 1: sounded like a tree had hit the house. He said
Speaker 1: that when he heard the noise, he went outside with
Speaker 1: a flashlight, but he couldn't find anything wrong. Our neighbor
Speaker 1: had heard it too. He went up into my attic
Speaker 1: to see if there had been some kind of damage,
Speaker 1: but he couldn't find anything broken or out of the ordinary.
Speaker 1: A year later, I was taking a shower when all
Speaker 1: of a sudden, a scream came from outside. It sounded
Speaker 1: like a cross between an elephant trumpeting and a lion roaring.
Speaker 1: I was twenty feet from the window and in the
Speaker 1: shower with the water and exhaust fan running. I usually
Speaker 1: can't hear anything when I'm in there, but this screen
Speaker 1: was so loud that I felt it. It took me
Speaker 1: so off guard that I had to catch myself from
Speaker 1: slipping on the floor of the shower. I thought someone
Speaker 1: had broken into the house, and my system went in
Speaker 1: to fight or flight mode. I quickly got out and
Speaker 1: looked around my house, but thankfully I didn't see anything.
Speaker 1: I have always enjoyed watching those Bigfoot shows, and one
Speaker 1: of them a couple was woken in the night by
Speaker 1: a strange whistle. I found myself screaming at television and saying,
Speaker 1: that was the same whistle that I heard. How could
Speaker 1: that be? The people in the TV show were sixteen
Speaker 1: hundred miles away, but it's all woods where I live,
Speaker 1: and I'm next to the water overrun by deer, and
Speaker 1: I guess it makes perfect sense that if Bigfoot lived anywhere,
Speaker 1: he would live near me. That's a good story. I
Speaker 1: don't think he ever saw it, but he's getting some
Speaker 1: really really good evidence that Bigfoot does live near where
Speaker 1: he lives in Grandview, Missouri, close to long View, late
Speaker 1: nine hundred and sixty acres of woods. It's a perfect
Speaker 1: habitat for a Bigfoot. Missouri is a big hotspot. I
Speaker 1: think that's where the let's see what what is the
Speaker 1: what is the Bigfoot in Momo? Momo is the Missouri Bigfoot?
Speaker 1: Maybe it's Momo living around your house, brother, I don't know.
Speaker 1: It's a great story, thank you so much for sending it.
Speaker 1: I know everyone enjoyed it. Okay, Rebecca says, this is
Speaker 1: a heartwarming story from the other side. I think it's
Speaker 1: a bigfoot maybe not. I'm reading this cold. Let's see
Speaker 1: what this story is about. I'm kind of excited. In
Speaker 1: nineteen ninety four, I was twenty three years old and
Speaker 1: my wife and I had been married for just under
Speaker 1: a year. It was that spring when I got a
Speaker 1: call that my grandmother wasn't going to be with us
Speaker 1: much longer. I went to the hospital to say goodbye.
Speaker 1: My grandparents were parents to fourteen children, most of whom
Speaker 1: were parents to at least four children, so our extended
Speaker 1: family was massive. Oh that is such good news. We
Speaker 1: need to be having more kids in this culture. We
Speaker 1: need more people. You guys need to be getting married,
Speaker 1: having kids, raising families. You will not regret it. If
Speaker 1: we don't, We're going to lose our population. There are
Speaker 1: other cultures that are reproducing three or four times as
Speaker 1: many kids as we are, and someday this American culture
Speaker 1: will be gone. But I digress. That just made me
Speaker 1: think of it. This is a topic that I worry about. Anyway,
Speaker 1: back to the story, we saw our grandparents from time
Speaker 1: to time, but being a bit of a drive for them,
Speaker 1: we didn't see them nearly as much as we should.
Speaker 1: That afternoon, not long after I had left the hospital,
Speaker 1: my grandmother passed away. I phoned my wife and I
Speaker 1: told her the news. She offered words of love and support,
Speaker 1: and before we ended the call, she asked if there
Speaker 1: was anything she could do to lift my spirits, and
Speaker 1: I said, how about some hugs when I get home?
Speaker 1: And she replied, you got it. I finished work and
Speaker 1: went straight home. When I walked into the door, my
Speaker 1: wife had taken post it notes and written the word
Speaker 1: hug on them. There must have been a hundred of
Speaker 1: them that were stuck all over the place, the walls,
Speaker 1: the tables, on chairs, on the TV, even a half
Speaker 1: a dozen spots on the ceiling. This was no small feat,
Speaker 1: seeing she is only five foot six. She also offered
Speaker 1: the real thing, a big, long hug that truly did
Speaker 1: make me feel better, and thirty years later, it still does.
Speaker 1: We ate supper, and we cleaned up and watched some
Speaker 1: TV to pass the time. Later that evening, when it
Speaker 1: was time to turn in for the night, we decided
Speaker 1: that we should probably take down all those papers, her hugs.
Speaker 1: We each started to pull them down and we tossed
Speaker 1: them in the trash, and we climbed into bed. And
Speaker 1: that's when I noticed one post it note on the
Speaker 1: ceiling directly over the bed. I decided I'd get that
Speaker 1: one in the morning. My wife falls asleep quickly, but
Speaker 1: I always lay awake for some time before drifting off.
Speaker 1: At night was no different. As I tried to fall asleep,
Speaker 1: I thought of my grandmother. I remember my mom telling
Speaker 1: me how hard she worked to feed all of those kids,
Speaker 1: how she'd make hundreds of loaves of bread and canned
Speaker 1: hundreds of jars of preserves. And I soon found myself
Speaker 1: regretting not getting to know her better and letting her
Speaker 1: know that I had always admired her. And then I
Speaker 1: started talking to her directly, not out loud, of course,
Speaker 1: just in my thoughts. I let her know that I
Speaker 1: loved her, and I wished that I could have told
Speaker 1: her that more when she was alive. I asked her
Speaker 1: to please you send me a sign in the next
Speaker 1: few days if she heard me. And then out of
Speaker 1: the blue, I felt something lightly tap my forehead and
Speaker 1: then my nose. It was dark and I was a
Speaker 1: little startled, and I assumed it was a big mouth
Speaker 1: or or some kind of bug. So I brushed my
Speaker 1: nose and I placed my hands on my chest, and
Speaker 1: that's when I felt it. It was the post it
Speaker 1: note Grandma had sent me a hug. I'm not a
Speaker 1: diehard believer in ghosts or other such things. I don't
Speaker 1: discount the possibility out right. I guess I just have
Speaker 1: to experience it myself to really believe it, that's all.
Speaker 1: But this was different. I started crying right then and
Speaker 1: there as I thought of the odds. My wife had
Speaker 1: to make the post it notes she had put them up.
Speaker 1: One had been over the bed, and it had to
Speaker 1: fall at the exact right time for me to get
Speaker 1: that hug. It had to hit my head first. If
Speaker 1: it had landed on my chest first, I wouldn't have
Speaker 1: felt it through the comforter. It hit my forehead first
Speaker 1: and then my nose, as if to say, Hey, pay attention,
Speaker 1: this one's for you. I woke my wife up to
Speaker 1: tell her what had happened. She was sure it was
Speaker 1: no coincidence, and so was I. It was a truly
Speaker 1: wonderful feeling. Oh that was not a Bigfoot story at all,
Speaker 1: that was not really even a ghost story. And I think, uh,
Speaker 1: you know, I don't know. I think if we look,
Speaker 1: if we watch, keep our mind open, and watch the
Speaker 1: things that happen in our daily lives. I think a
Speaker 1: lot of times God speaks to us through images, through
Speaker 1: actions of other people, through coincidences. There's a word for it.
Speaker 1: Is it serendipity. I don't know, but I've heard a
Speaker 1: lot of people talk about it, and I've had a
Speaker 1: lot of those experiences in my life. It's hard to
Speaker 1: remember them. They kind of they kind of fade away
Speaker 1: with time. But after reading this story, I have made
Speaker 1: a resolution, at least for the next few days, to
Speaker 1: be conscious and look for those little signs that God
Speaker 1: sends me that tell me that He's there. I'll tell
Speaker 1: you one thing that always makes me think of Jesus,
Speaker 1: and I don't know why it does, but in the
Speaker 1: spring and in the summer, and this usually happens when
Speaker 1: I'm having a terrible day and my wife and I
Speaker 1: have had an argument. Something's going on with one of
Speaker 1: the grandchildren, her children, something is off. And it's almost
Speaker 1: every time I will see a butterfly close to me,
Speaker 1: they don't get on me. They don't land on my shoulder,
Speaker 1: they don't land on my knee when I'm sitting, but
Speaker 1: they'll be just right there and I get close to them,
Speaker 1: and they get up and they flutter around, and they'll
Speaker 1: go around me and around my head, and then they'll
Speaker 1: fly off somewhere, and sometimes I'll watch them for days,
Speaker 1: and that makes me think that everything is going to
Speaker 1: be okay. Something about butterflies. They're so pretty. How in
Speaker 1: the world you know butterflies. I'm getting off topic here,
Speaker 1: but sometimes butterflies they just look like they're just kind
Speaker 1: of will and nilly flapping their wings. But if you
Speaker 1: watch them, it's like they'll go to a specific plant.
Speaker 1: They know exactly how much effort to put in to
Speaker 1: their wings to get to a specific spot. Anyway, that's
Speaker 1: quite a tangent. But that's one of the things that
Speaker 1: really makes me think of God and his creation and
Speaker 1: all the good things in the world are butterflies, and
Speaker 1: they always show up at the perfect time. So thanks
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