Tag Archive: Accident

Erick joined us right before the march began and the whole family (including Celli Belle) walked to raise money for research to beat cancer.  We met so many nice people and beautiful pups.  There must have been over a hundred dogs and their families.  Along the walk, there were water bowls and wading pools.  The police escorted the march, so we were able to spread out across the street and it was then you could see just how many people were out early in the morning heat in support of a cure.  Warm fuzzies all over.

Later, Erick, the girls and I walked down to the festivities in Uptown.  We saw the Calypso Tumblers performing on the street – VERY cool and wild.  I hadn’t heard of them until yesterday, but they’re amazing stage performers.  We watched them jump over a line of people about 10 deep.  Crazy stuff.

After a few hours in Uptown Erick and I thought it might be fun to take the train down to Pineville, so we purchased day passes and hopped the train.  We had to stand the entire 20-minute ride, which at 70mph, was pretty exciting and when we arrived in Pineville the temperature had soared to 100 degrees, so we were pretty slow-moving, but nonetheless determined to have a good time.  We meandered through shops and enjoyed milkshakes and a lot of water before boarding the train for home.  And this is when things got strange again.

I’ve mentioned openly before seeing “ghosts,” but I haven’t had the pleasure while here in Charlotte to see much other than the overriding face of fast-paced life all around.  Maybe it was because I was more relaxed than usual, having found a seat for the ride home; or perhaps I was suffering from a heat-stroke induced hallucination, but regardless, yesterday I saw my first “ghost” in Charlotte.  

I heard a boy laugh and I turned my head in time to see a little boy, about nine-years-old, approaching my girls.  He wanted to engage them, but clearly they couldn’t see him.  He faded out, but I remember him clearly.  He was black, wearing a little-league uniform with the colors green and yellow.  The cap had a lot of yellow on the front and he showed me a ball – the ball also had a lot of yellow.  He was connected somehow to a man seated behind me and I got the feeling he was someone’s brother.  I didn’t get the feeling of grief that might accompany a parent losing a child, but rather one that might accompany someone losing a peer.  I also felt like his passing was sudden – so accident or sudden death by other means – not a drawn-out illness.  I also felt like his death happened some time ago – more than 10 years.  

Those were the feelings that accompanied the vision.  I’m sharing the experience here for future reference.

As I have mentioned in the past, it is my belief that these visions may be a glimpse of someone else’s projected thought.  The strange thing was I saw the boy before the man connected to the boy got on the train.  



Who Was He?

The girls and I drove down South Blvd. coming home from a successful experience at a local co-op less than two miles from home.  A helicopter hovered overhead as traffic slowed to a stop just outside the parking lot.  I was nearing an area on the road blocked by several police cars, an ambulance parked perpendicular to the regular flow of traffic and an extraction vehicle.  A well-dressed man stood weeping while a police officer held him upright.  I looked down and beside me a bloody sheet half covered another man.  It covered his face, but his chest and arm lay limp on the road.  His bike was nearby.  I drew in a breath and asked the girls to look up at the helicopter, but it was too late.  Ava asked about the blood and so I told her there had been an accident.

It was one of those moments when you know it could have been anyone.  Erick wants a bike much like the one the man was riding and I wondered whether he had a family.  A half hour earlier, this man had been driving on his way from somewhere, to somewhere and now he was dead.  It seems, even now, as I sit reflecting in the calm of our apartment, looking out at a city bustling with life, impossible that the man beneath the sheet could really be dead.  It seems unfair.  It seems terrifyingly unfair.