This photo of a dead man’s curve is in Bolivia, but the next synchronicity is about similar dangerous curve in Georgia.
After reading A Trucker’s Tale, Connie Cannon sent us the following story.
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Our friends were “Joan and Dave”, (pseudonyms), who had been married for seven years and had no children, although they had been trying to conceive for years. Dave was a some-times-heavy beer drinker, and on the night of April 12, 1970, had gone out in his Mustang to a bar on the other side of Atlanta. He got back into the car after having too much to drink, was driving much too fast, and on a curve that was so dangerous it had been dubbed “dead man’s curve”, Dave lost control of his vehicle and rammed it into a tree. Almost every bone is his body was broken and, for all intents and purposes, he was dead, kept alive by a respirator.
When we received the call and went to the hospital, I found Joan in the chapel there on her knees sobbing, begging God to let Don live because she wanted a baby so badly.
Dave did not only miraculously survive, but survived with no after affects whatsoever. Later, I helped Joan fill out their insurance forms, and according to the police report the accident had occurred at 2:02am on April 13, 1970.
A few months passed, and they conceived a baby boy. More time passed, and Dave traded automobiles. He purchased a brand new Pontiac Grand Prix, in which he went out drinking on the night of April 12, 1972, to the same bar on the other side of Atlanta. Coming home, once again driving too fast and inebriated, he flew around Dead Man’s Curve. But he didn’t make it. The car smashed into a steel utility pole.
Dave was carried to the same hospital. He had no visible injuries this time, but had sustained a closed head injury and it killed him. According to the police report, (I again helped Joan with the insurance forms), the accident happened at exactly 2:02am on April 13, 1972, exactly two years from the moment of his first accident.
At both accident scenes the police knew the time because the car clocks had stopped at the moment of impact.
Did the Universe answer Joan’s sobbing supplications and allow Dave to survive another two years so that they could have their baby boy?
The police reports and insurance papers prove the exact time and place of both accidents.
But who can prove the reason Dave recovered from the first, only to conceive a child and then die at the (apparent) originally appointed time?
His wife has never re-married, remaining a widow to this day, almost 38 years later. She remains totally spooked by the synchronicity of the events surrounding her husband’s accidents and subsequent death, but is comforted by their son.
I’ve been re-reading Robert Bly’s Iron John for the tenth time and this morning “just happened” to come across this passage from Chapter 3:
“Often the moment of katabasis is not without its own dark humor. A spiritual teacher whom I knew came to a fork in the road while driving home one night from a lecture on enlightenment. The way to the left led to a motel where friends were, and where he knew there would be some liquor and women, and the road to the right led to the ascetic meditation center that he administered. He couldn’t decide and the car went straight ahead into a yellow brick wall on which was printed in large letters an advertisement for THE JOKE SHOP. The result wasn’t humorous. He came out of the hospital partly paralyzed on one side and remained so for the rest of his life.
I remember these stories with a sense of awe. The energies who ask for katabasis have immense powers at their control. The mood is that of Christ’s remark, ‘You shall not get out until you have paid the last penny’”
What a sad yet romantic story.
This is really a spooky story. There is so much we don't understand.
Wow, freaky and sad for the remaining family.
My original wv was unrev!, but when i pressed publish, it disappeared.
this time it is dirvies.
Musing – so, a synchro with "graves"
and what is that weird wf? Kisses? Or keese?
What's even weirder is that my sweetie and I had a long, reminiscing type of conversation last weekend after watching that silly "Airplane!" movie with Leslie Nielsen ("don't call me Shirley") and Peter Graves, etc. When I remarked that Graves was Arness's brother that launched our recalls of favorite Gunsmoke episodes and Mission Impossibles.
wv: kiesse (??)
oh, yes, they were brothers! i followed both their careers – gee, interesting we're discussing two "graves" guys – and their deaths – weird….
Gypsy, I saw your comment about your friend Graves after reading about the death of Peter Graves. I never knew his brother was Jim Arness of Gunsmoke fame.
i'd actually forgotten that i had posted it myself, trish! i was thinking i had just forwarded it to you guys – anyway, it's posted here last june 24 [sorry, i don't have the directions for doing the link thingamajiggy here in front of me after you were kind enough to tell me how! for which i am so grateful] – anyway, his is a convoluted story!
your today's post is riveting!
Wow, I do remember that one, Jenean. What did you post that under?
OMGoodness! an incredible story that brought cold chills! a tragic story with a beautiful interior! it somehow reminds me of my friend graves thomas who was struck and killed by lightening upon throwing his arms up in a storm and beseeching god to "take me now" – remember that story, trish? wow, such a poignantly tragic story – i wonder of the son's life –
great post!