Prompt: Have you ever experienced something that just could not be logically explained?

Have you ever been in an accident or had something happen that you could have died or been severely injured from it and you were able to walk away without a scratch?  Have you ever seen a physic or palm reader and some of the stuff they were saying was hitting just a little to close to home?  Have you felt like someone what watching you but you were completely alone?

There are strange things that happen all the time.  I don’t necessary believe in ghosts, but I swear I’ve seen one.  I don’t think the Ouija boards are real, but something that was spelled out to me at 12 years old has come true, so, I just don’t know.  I’m skeptical, but yet, I’m like Fox Mulder, “I want to believe”.  Does that make me stupid.  Maybe.

I have had plenty of “That was close” moments.  I like to think that at that time one of my Grandparents was watching over me and saved me from getting caught/injured/killed.  I’ve done some really, really stupid stuff that if my boys knew about and tried, I would so crazy with worry.   Car accidents, tripping incidents, choking – that’s a big one.  I choke quite a bit.  All three of my boys have had to save my life at least once by rendering aid as I’ve been choking.  That’s scary.  My esophagus is small, and if I eat to fast, or eat the wrong things without chewing as well as I should, I have a tendency to choke.   This started when I was 19 and has been  going on ever since.  And yeah, the best thing you can ever do for yourself is to know how to do the Heimlich Maneuver on yourself.  And to not panic.  If you panic and Heimlich, you’re going to get hurt, but at least you don’t die.

So what is the illogical event that can’t be explained?  The one that I will tell you about is from when I was a teenager.  The short version of the story, in the way that I remember it is this:  I had a sleepover with a few of my friends and we were playing with the Ouija board.  I asked the name of the man that I was going to marry and it simply stated, “RA”.  We took it all in stride and went on with the night.  10 or so year later (because I don’t remember how old I was when we did this), I married Richard, who’s initials are “RA”.  Coincidence?  Maybe.  Freaky? Oh yes.

That’s my something that cannot be logically explained.   What’s yours?