My terrifying encounter took place a year ago and still haunts me to this day; I will not forget it. I still have nightmares sometimes, although they seem to be becoming less recurrent.
I'm 26 years venerable and have had heart problems most of my life. It was so bad that I was sent for surgery. They had to solve my problem that was ruining my life. I thought I needed a heart transplant. My father, who had died four years earlier, also suffered from heart problems and died of a severe heart attack. This only increased my anxiety because I really thought I was going to die.
The evening before the surgery, my mother, two girls, and I checked into a hotel closer to the hospital so I could get there quickly the next afternoon. My mother and friends were getting ready for bed, fluffing pillows, doing laundry, etc., when the phone in the hotel room rang. I answered as close as I was and replied, “Hello?” There was a long silence, and suddenly a muffled, familiar-sounding male voice replied: “Katy, don't go to the hospital tomorrow, don't have surgery. You are too teenage to die.
After these words, the phone disconnected and I dropped it in horror. Not only did I not tell anyone I would be at this hotel that night, but who was it? How did they know my name?
Shaking, I explained to my mom and friends what happened while they were in the bathroom at the time. My mother tilted her head and looked at me. It was almost as if she knew who it was. My girls just giggled and said it was just a joke.
I looked at my mom and asked, “Do you think dad called me?”
Her eyes widened, but I could tell she understood.
We all decided to go to bed and shake it off, but I just couldn't. I barely slept that night. The next morning, my friends started helping by packing my things for the hospital, but I suddenly stopped them. I told them and my mother that I didn't want to have surgery.
I was lucky I didn't because the next evening I received a call from my close friend Shane telling me that someone had died the day of my surgery. To make matters worse, they were undergoing heart surgery, just like me.
So was it really my father on the other end of the line warning me? Whatever it was, it still haunts me to this day. Thank you for saving me, dad.
