Wendy's Stories
Wendy is a personal friend of mine. Some of her stories may seem far fetched, but if you know her like I do, you would know that she is one of the most sweetest, honest people you could meet. I trust her completely and know without a doubt that her stories are nothing but 100% true.
Angels are Real
My son is a motocross racer and on Oct.
7th 2001, he suffered a terrible accident.
He was 10 at the time and it was during practice before the start of the
race.
My son had come off a jump and bobbled,
he managed to get the bike to the side of track and then plopped over.
He wasn’t hurt. His Dad just reached out to grab hold of his waist
to help him stand, and just at dads fingertips, our son was gone! Like
he vanished right before our eyes. When our son went to stand up,
a bigger bike had come through at full throttle and struck my son on the
left side of his head, the force from the impact blew out the right side
of his helmet and my son's body was tangled and wrapped up underneath
the bigger bike while it dragged him, then knocking and throwing him 30
feet. The bike then came to a halt on top of my son. His head was stuck
in the front end of the big bike.
When I got to my son I already knew he
was gone, I just knew his soul was gone. I could feel it!!! I could see
it in his eyes. Those were not my son's eyes!!! They were open with emptiness
and they had a grayish yellow haze over them. I can’t explain it
real well but you could tell his soul was gone.
I held onto my son as his lungs exhaled their air real slowly. It was
his last breath. I will never forget that horrible sound. His little heart
had stopped beating and he did not have a pulse.
I panicked and started to run away, (?) I didn't know what I was doing, I was in a frantic. As I was running I ran smack into a man. I saw his eyes looking down at me and I had an indescribable feeling come over me, suddenly it was like I knew what to do. I ran back to my son and while his father was holding him and crying out his name over and over, I bent down and whispered in his little ear, I remember exactly what I had said to him.
" Please tell Jesus that you don't
want to go my sweet baby"
"Tell God that you are not ready yet"
"Please tell God that you want to stay"
"Don’t go my sweet baby don’t go"
I wiped the foam from his mouth, I wiped
stones out of his mouth and again I went into a panic, I got up and ran
again (don’t know why?). I could hear men screaming for life flight.
I could hear my son's father crying and still calling our sons name over
and over.
While I was running I ran right into this man again and I stood there
holding onto him, clenching onto him with my fists while I stared up into
his eyes. This was not your typical man and his eyes were not like ours.
I could hear every word he was saying to me, he was not moving his mouth
or lips to speak but instead used his eyes. I could hear him with my ears.
I began to pray; I prayed the words out loud for God to give me strength
and to give my baby back to me. As soon as I prayed this, it felt as though
someone had just placed a warm blanket around me (straight from the dryer).
I will never forget how warm and comfortable it had felt.
I let go of this man and fell to my knees
and was praying very hard.
2 women came to each side of me, it was the woman who was praying in my
right ear that I heard the most. I also remember every word that she prayed.
I remember lifting my head (the man was not there anymore) and looking
at the crowd of people. Some were holding hands and some had their hands
to their mouths in the praying position. I saw women, children and I saw
grown men crying.
While I had my head down again and kept praying, I opened my eyes to see
feet in front of me. I looked up to see and it was this same man standing
in front of me again, I watched the man turn his head toward my little
boys direction and when he turned back to me he said through his eyes
"your son is breathing again" and he smiled. Just then I heard
men yelling "he's breathing" then I heard them yelling, "
he's moaning".
My son ended up in Children’s Hospital
with a severe head injury and other injuries to his tiny body.
His neck injury alone was serious enough. It looked like someone had tried
to literally rip my son's head off of his neck (from the chin strap).
His neck wounds were the whole way from ear to ear. My God if you could
have seen this little boy. Hour by hour I watched my son heal. You could
actually watch his neck healing with your eyes.
After being released from Children's, he had to learn how to do some things over again, dress himself, climb up and down stairs, and even use Nintendo paddles. He had lost his memory and had to learn how to use his memory again.
I was told that someone had got the accident
on film and my son was gone for 20 minutes that day. No- one ever did
know who the man was, but I do! I will never forget what he said to me
through his eyes and I will never forget his eyes either. They were the
brightest bright you could ever see and they were warm and comforting.
I can’t put it into exact words.
My son was given back to us, I believe he has a definite purpose here
on earth, though I don’t know or may never know what his purpose
is, I can say this for sure, he definitely has a reason. AND that was
definitely his Angel.
By The Way, to this day you would never
know anything terrible happened to my son.
His grades are good : ) he is smart, kind and very caring for others and
life.
I have had the opportunity to see my son pass by a flower, smell and smile
at it. I have also seen my son touch the grass with his fingers and just
smile.
God heard and answered by sending his Angel to my little boy that day,
giving him back to us and I thank them both everyday.
Always believe.
Sincerely, Wendy
The Phone Call
I can’t remember exactly how long ago this happened but it’s been a couple years.
Our phone was listed in my sons name at the time (different last name). My name is Wendy Miller.
I got a call from a girl wanting to know who was trying to call them from our number. She didn’t recognize our number on her caller ID. and didn’t think that she knew us. She had several calls from our number and one was just this day. So she thought she had better return the calls.
I told her that no one was here using the phone today (I was home alone) and I most certainly didn’t call her! She asked me if I had any kids because she is 19 and maybe it was one of my kids trying to call her. I told her my daughters name and my son’s names. She didn’t know their names. She called out to her mother in the background and repeated the names. Her mother didn’t know any of my kids either.
She asked me, “So, btw, what is your name?” Just as I told her, she FREAKED OUT! Crying hysterically and dropping the phone. I could here this entire ruckus and her crying and saying things in the background. Her mother picks up the phone and explains to me that her daughters best friend Wendy Miller was just murdered 6 weeks ago. I felt terrible! I kept apologizing to her mother and that I didn’t mean to upset her. After we talked a bit, her daughter calmed enough to want to talk to me again.
She said she never got to say good-bye to her best friend and she wanted to use "this call" to say goodbye. So she said to me while crying...I love you Wendy, I'll always miss you, Goodbye my friend.
I stood there holding the phone with my mouth dropped open. It was so freaky and eerie feeling!
I hope the phone call did end up helping her in the end but it left me feeling terrible.
The Hand Print
My Aunt had spent the night last night.
On my way to the bathroom at 6am this morn, I heard her call out to me.
Listen! she said.
She explained to me that she heard 3 sounds coming from the room (attic
bedrooms) just above her head. She described the sounds as wood hitting
wood, fairly hard. As if taking 2 pieces of big wooden block and banging
them together 3 times.
We went upstairs to investigate, to see
if something was on the floor or out of place. We were hitting things
together trying to find the same sounds that she had heard, that’s
when she noticed something.
My son has trophies sitting on top of a cedar chest up against one of
the walls. She noticed a trophy had been recently moved. You could tell
by the dust, LOL. (I can’t remember the last time I dusted up there,
LOL). The trophy now sat next to a fresh clean spot. You could see the
clean spot where this trophy once had been sitting very recently. I picked
it up and hit it down making the same sounds that she had heard, which
would have been right above her head from the room below.
At the far end of the cedar chest was a
hand print (again, you could tell by the dust, lol).
By now all of our commotion had awakened the rest of the household Anyways,
hubby, my older son, his friend and my 3-year-old g/son followed us back
upstairs to see this print.
We compared my grandson’s handprint next to the other handprint;
my grandson’s handprint was much bigger. I also have a 4-year-old
granddaughter, which her hands are bigger than my grandsons. My children
or my grandchildren could not have made that print! We thought it was
pretty cool. I'll buy more film tomorrow to get a picture before the dust
takes over again, LOL.
Tinq, I know you are dieing to investigate; we'll have to set something up after the Holiday. I'll have to introduce you to "them", they are our friends and a part of our family. *It would be very sad without them here.
The Phantom Operator
When my son was 16 he had a curfew of 11pm. One night 11pm came and went. I called his friend (where he was supposed to be at) and the friend told me that my son left in a car with someone else and they went to Pittsburgh to a dance club. Of course this friend couldn’t remember the name of the dance club or the kids name that was driving. I was frantic! Scared! And thinking that my son was laying along the road dead somewhere.
I phoned all his friends parents waking them up trying to find out who the other kid was that he left in a car with or where they went. No Luck!
1:00am, I'm pacing and crying my eyes out. 2am still pacing and crying. I am in a complete frantic state of mind so out of desperation I dial the operator and ask a stupid question (so I thought it was). I asked if it possible to give me the entire dance club numbers in Pittsburgh (LOL). She asked me what was wrong and why I was so upset. I explained to her about my son and how I was so worried. She told me she may know the number to the club I’m looking for, she rattled off a number and told me to please stay on the line while she dials it for me. This club was closed. I started to cry even more. The operator was sorry but she was certain that this is the club that I needed. We hung up. At the time, I didn’t think anything strange about our conversation or her "knowing" the club I was trying to find.
About 15 minutes later (around 2:30 am)
my phone rings. It was the operator. She asked me if I found my son yet?
No, I didn’t. She says to me that she knows where my son is and
she wants me to stay on the line while she puts me on hold. She comes
back on and says that she has Holiday Inn on the phone and asked me to
describe my son. I did. A voice on the other end says ...Ma'am I think
I am looking at your son right now.
This other voice puts my son on the phone. My tears turned to joy! And
then confusion set in with me. I told my son not leave that I was on my
way, and to put the woman back on the phone.
With the operator still on the line, we were now having a 3-way conversation, the operator, the woman, and me from Holiday Inn. The woman from Holiday explained to me that my son and 2 others walked in and were stranded for a ride home. The boys were afraid to call their parents because they new shit would hit the fan so they decided to just sit back and act like nothing was wrong (worrying us). The boys didn’t have money so they couldn’t get a room, the woman from the desk told them to sleep in the lobby until morning. The boys were going to wait for morn to call home. They didn’t want to wake us parents and be in more trouble. (Like I was sleeping anyways, YEAH RIGHT!) Jerks!
The operator then said "Wendy" I am so happy for you and your son, I’m hanging up now" And "you take care". I thanked her over and over again.
I picked my son up and was never so happy to see him but still managed to ground him, lol.
I played the whole phone scene over and over again in my head and I really cant figure out to this day how things turned out the way they did, all because of a complete total stranger, the Operator who cared enough to help a frantic mother and her son. And to this day I have never had another conversation with an Operator. They give you a number and then hang up as fast as they can.
I will never forget this Angel of an Operator! And BTW, the club that the operator dialed was the RIGHT one! How she KNEW and even KNEW the number by heart and how she KNEW he was at the Holiday Inn will always be beyond me. Phantom Operator maybe???? I don’t know of any more Operators that ask a voice on the other end "what’s wrong" or why are you so "upset" Let alone call you back so you can find your child. I will never forget this Angel of an Operator.
PS, incase your wondering, the kid that drove thought it was funny to drop them off and strand them there.
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