RoCKiTcZa
04-03-2008, 02:17 AM
What’s the most cowardly thing you’ve ever done in your life… that made your stomach ache from laughter when you thought about it and wondered, “Did I really do that?”
This incident of backing off and laughing my head off happened to me last year on All Souls’ Day. You see, I have two grandfathers: two grandfathers I have never seen and will probably never get to see unless something of the paranormal happens. My maternal grandfather, who gave up the ghost when my mother was a very young child, was buried in a cemetery somewhat near us. Every November 1st or 2nd, year after year, my family and I would pay visits to his tomb and pray for his soul. It so happened that during our most recent visit, I didn’t know what I was thinking; my heart was honest and sincere, but my mind was somewhere else, immersed in craziness, acting as it probably would under the influence of booze. We kneeled next to his grave, lit a few candles for the cemetery kids to steal later on, and said our silent prayers. “Grandpa,” I had said, “I hope you’re doing fine, and I believe you must know what I’m feeling right now. I’m confused, you know. I don’t know what to believe in. Why, I don’t even know if you’re really there! Would you mind if you helped me, even just this once? It’s a very simple favor—all you have to do is meet me tonight at 10:00 PM.” What the…? I just said it, that’s all. The reason is clearly stated; I guess that was it. So I said it. After all, I am the most spontaneous talker; I say everything I want to say, sometimes without even thinking. Well, what exactly is wrong with asking such a favor? I wouldn’t lose anything; I was sure my grandpa wouldn’t get mad at me either. With that, the deal was sealed. And by 10:00 PM, we were home. It was so quiet in the house. The lights were dim, and everything seemed still. Suddenly I got the chills. Upon going upstairs to my room to dress, I flipped the switch right away and looked around. Where could my grandpa be now? Then a spooky thought entered my mind. No way! I thought to myself. I began to say another praying, hoping it would reach my grandpa before he showed up. “Grandpa? I suppose I’m sure of myself right now… uhm, wouldn’t it be better if… is it okay with you if… Grandpa? Could you just not come?”
(Pardon me if I'm polluting Litnet with threads today... I can hardly help it at all! :blush:)
This incident of backing off and laughing my head off happened to me last year on All Souls’ Day. You see, I have two grandfathers: two grandfathers I have never seen and will probably never get to see unless something of the paranormal happens. My maternal grandfather, who gave up the ghost when my mother was a very young child, was buried in a cemetery somewhat near us. Every November 1st or 2nd, year after year, my family and I would pay visits to his tomb and pray for his soul. It so happened that during our most recent visit, I didn’t know what I was thinking; my heart was honest and sincere, but my mind was somewhere else, immersed in craziness, acting as it probably would under the influence of booze. We kneeled next to his grave, lit a few candles for the cemetery kids to steal later on, and said our silent prayers. “Grandpa,” I had said, “I hope you’re doing fine, and I believe you must know what I’m feeling right now. I’m confused, you know. I don’t know what to believe in. Why, I don’t even know if you’re really there! Would you mind if you helped me, even just this once? It’s a very simple favor—all you have to do is meet me tonight at 10:00 PM.” What the…? I just said it, that’s all. The reason is clearly stated; I guess that was it. So I said it. After all, I am the most spontaneous talker; I say everything I want to say, sometimes without even thinking. Well, what exactly is wrong with asking such a favor? I wouldn’t lose anything; I was sure my grandpa wouldn’t get mad at me either. With that, the deal was sealed. And by 10:00 PM, we were home. It was so quiet in the house. The lights were dim, and everything seemed still. Suddenly I got the chills. Upon going upstairs to my room to dress, I flipped the switch right away and looked around. Where could my grandpa be now? Then a spooky thought entered my mind. No way! I thought to myself. I began to say another praying, hoping it would reach my grandpa before he showed up. “Grandpa? I suppose I’m sure of myself right now… uhm, wouldn’t it be better if… is it okay with you if… Grandpa? Could you just not come?”
(Pardon me if I'm polluting Litnet with threads today... I can hardly help it at all! :blush:)