So Tuesday I'm
sitting in an exam room at our eye doctor's office. I say "our"
because he is also hub's doctor. This was hub's appointment day, so he was in
the exam chair and I was in a chair just inside the right of the door.
No, I'm not
going to identify this doctor except to say that the office building is in
Dallas. We have been going there for several years, ever since I was diagnosed
with macular degeneration. This doctor is one of those who has already assured
his place in the Afterlife, because he cares deeply about his patients.
In all my years
there, I had never seen a ghost or even felt one. However, I know this doctor
believes, and he has read some of my books. Today, I noticed a bright flash of
white out of the corner of my left eye. When I turned, a man walked in the door
… but it wasn't our doctor.
He looked at me
and nodded, then said telepathically: Hello.
I'm Dr. Dave. Then he strode over and stood behind hub's chair.
My mouth was
hanging open. This guy was pretty solid, although he was misty and definitely a
ghost. I told hub, "A ghost just walked in. He's standing behind
you."
"Really?"
He looked over his shoulder but didn't see anything. He has seen ghosts, but
seldom.
"He told me
his name is Dr. Dave," I said.
About then, our
doctor walked in, along with one of his young techs. The tech sat at the
computer to take notes from our doctor … right beside the ghost. I kept quiet
about our paranormal visitor.
After the exam,
our doctor said to hub, "I want to take some pictures of that eye. We'll
go over into another room."
"Can I ask
you something first, Doctor?" hub said.
"Sure."
"Did you
ever have a doctor here as part of your practice named Dave?"
Our doctor
frowned, looked over at me, then back at hub. "Not that I can recall.
Why?"
I laughed.
"He's trying to tell you that I saw a ghost walk into this room a few
minutes ago."
The young tech
gave a startled jerk and stared at me for just a second. Then she hurriedly
looked back at the computer screen. Our doctor smiled.
We went over to
the room where the eye camera was located, and another tech came in and took
the photos. Then our doctor came in and shut the door behind him. I knew what
this meant. We had talked ghosts before, and each time, he closed the door so
we could have privacy.
"There
really was a ghost there, huh?" he asked.
"Yep,"
I said. "And he was still there when you came in, standing behind the exam
chair. I didn't want to say too much, because I could tell your tech was
scared."
He had this
musing look on his face. "Funny you should say that. We have a doctor here
who is a total skeptic. But the other day, he was examining a patient and he
heard a noise like this." He rapped his fingernails on the desk.
"The other
doctor said 'Who did that?' but no one answered. He want back to the patient
and the noise happened again." Our doctor rapped his fingernails. "He
looked up and demanded, 'I know someone is doing that. Who is it?' But again,
no one answered."
"And?"
I asked.
"It was in
that room where you just were."
"Cool,"
I said.
"And you
say his name was Dave? What did he look like?"
"He was
less than six foot, maybe five-ten. He
was stocky but not fat, just muscular. He had iron gray hair in those waves
like some men have, and I'd say he was in his fifties, maybe sixties."
"You saw
him pretty clear," our doctor said.
"Yeah. He
was rather misty, but he was wearing a white doctor's coat."
"A doctor's
coat?"
"Yes, and
as I said, he said his name was Dr. Dave."
He thought for a
moment. "I don’t recall anyone who was associated with our practice who
has passed named Dave. But I'll check some more. Also, this building was once a
homeless shelter, so it might be that."
"Could
be," I admitted, but I was feeling really cool about the fact that I'd
gotten confirmation the ghost was actually real
and had made his presence known before I saw him.
As we were
leaving, I told our doctor, "He doesn't seem to be causing any trouble
right now. Except for teasing the skeptic doctor. But if he does start
giving you any problems, let me know and
I'll come back and help him cross over."
"I'll do
that," he said as we hugged goodbye.
Even as I type
up this story, I'm still feeling really good about the confirmation. I can't
tell you how many times I see something
that no one else does. I would venture to say that at least forty-nine times
out of fifty I don't get confirmation from anyone else about what I've seen.
Well, unless I’m with Aunt Belle or Angela. Then forty-nine times out of fifty
we all three experience the same thing. Still, there's always that fiftieth
time that we don't.
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I just found Ghost Hunting Diary Volume V at the
Amazon UK store in paperback. Way cool! It's at:
Also, Amazon has
opened a store in Australia, so my Aussie friends can get my books. I found Volume V there, but not the paperback
yet. I do have a few friends from there on my Facebook page, so hope they
enjoy!
We're having
Thanksgiving here Saturday, and our son, Kelly, is already home. It's so nice
to have family around. Kelly even took us for a ride over to our other son Joe's
home last night to see their new puppies. Been a while since hub and I got out
after dark. It's rather pretty. I usually only get to go when one of my
investigators drives after dark. But that's fine. We usually find some ghosts
on those drives.
I hope everyone
has a wonderful Thanksgiving. The top of my list of things to be thankful for is
my family. Next is my writing and all the friends and readers I have made with
that. I'd have to add turkey and the other dinner things to the list, too. J
I hope some of
your passed-on folks come by to enjoy the day with you. Whether or not you know
it, I'm sure they will be there.
Boo!
T. M.
LOL I wrote my post under my google account but you will know it is me. flsjen
ReplyDeleteThanks for commenting, Jen. :-)
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