We had a thread on this a while ago - but we have new blood - so I thought I'd start a new one. It's okay if you're not SURE if your experience was paranormal, it's okay if you think all this "para" crap is crap; we just like STORIES! (The semi-colon is just for you Centurion!)
So - here is mine (of the "was it para or was it Memorex?" variety)
I told in another thread how, when I was a rec director in a pediatric long-term care facility, (over 20 years ago now.) At that time, conventional wisdom was that flashing light did not cause seizures.
Well - back to the county fair with a young man who was medicated for grand-mal seizures - but whom I had never seen have one. He begged to go on one of those rides that takes you round and round in a car, forward, then backward - with ear-drum shattering music, with various colored strobe lights all flashing at different rates. Well hell - the poor kid lived in a hospital! So, I said "sure" and on we got.
We were strapped in side-by-side-in one of the cars. After a very short time on the ride, I happened to turn my head away from the boy. He had a serous speech impairment, but that didn?t keep him from being a scamp. Since he had a hard time saying rude things, he was more likely to pinch, punch and such - then laugh himself silly. (I never knew him to actually harm anyone beyond the kind of light bruise some people get from being pinched) While my head was turned, I felt a shower of mild punches on my shoulder and upper- back - and decided to ignore him. Then, his head smashed into mine, and my first inclination was to turn around and tell him to "Knock it OFF!"
When I looked at him - it was clear he was out of control. I started to scream for the ride to be stopped while I tried to keep myself and this boy from being actually injured. Three turns round the track later - I managed to catch the carnie's eye - and he stopped the ride as quickly as he could without giving everyone whiplash.
Almost instantly, a man appeared in the crowd of people waiting for a turn on the ride. He was clean, and well-mannered, but had a look about him that I associate with veterans who have had a tough hall. (No insult to anyone - I'm just trying to describe him the best way I know how - a rough sort who cleans up nice) He jumped up n the platform, and took hold of my shoulder. He said something I didn't hear and since I was a bit tweaked - and the boy was still seizing - I'm afraid I snapped at him "WHAT?!
I can't HEAR you!" And he said, in a voice that had that same duel quality of his look - rough but somehow shined up at the same time he said "I asked if you'd mind my help, Ma'am." And I stuttered something that included the words "yes, of course, can you? I don't know . . ."
I expected him to administer something first-aidish, like, maybe he'd been a medic or some such. But no. He got down on his knees, pulled the boy close to his chest, and started whispering in his ear. There were dozens of people around, and we all just stared. The boy stopped seizing, like a windup toy that had reached the end of its spring. The man pulled back, asked the boy if he was okay. The boy nodded -and the man replied "remember what I told you."
I gave the boy a quick look-over for any signs of wounds that would need first aid before I got him back to the hospital. I?m talking brief seconds here. I glanced back up to thank the man ? and he was gone. I asked the people standing around if anyone had seen him go, and where. No one had seen anything. Oh, they saw him on the platform, but no one had any idea how he left or which way he went. I, the carnie, and the couple for dozen people who were still milling around all just stared at each other. Then, I took the boy, and went back to my car.
Now, it?s true that this was likely just some very modest guy who had a way with people in distress. And, we were all more concerned with the well-being of the boy (and I?m sorry to keep saying that but I?m sure you understand I can?t use names) then with thanking the man, at least at first. But something about it seem miraculous to me. And I know that when we left, we left behind a group of people who were a bit confounded, at the least.
And, as I?ve said, the boy had trouble speaking ? so ? even if I?d had the nerve to ask him what the man had said to him ? he couldn?t have told me. Whatever he did, whoever or whatever he was, we sure needed him.