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The Scream for Help
This article was written by Ruth Lundy
One Sunday morning in February, 1998, I woke up screaming.
“Get him out! Get him out!”
My boyfriend asked me what was going on. I told him that I was having a dream about a little boy with curly blond hair. He was floating face up in a pool of water. Art just said it was a bad dream, and told me not to worry about it.
The dream disturbed me, and all day long I could see this little boy’s face. It was fixed in my mind, and I felt that something was going to happen to someone I knew. I looked it up in my dream dictionary, but the meaning didn’t make much sense to me.
The following day I went to work. My coworker Dottie asked me if I had heard about our boss’s son. I had not. She told me that he fell into his fishpond and was found floating face up.
“Oh my God,” I said, “is he all right?”
Dottie told me how Don (our boss) got his son out of the pond and performed CPR on him. Don saved his son’s life, and the little boy was taken to Johns Hopkins Hospital. She concluded that the boy was all right now.
I felt this cold chill go through my body. I asked Dottie what Don’s son looked like. Dottie said he was about two and a half years old, and had very curly blond hair. She described the little boy who was in my dream! I told Dottie about the dream and how much it disturbed me. She told me not to worry about it. She felt it was just a coincidence.
Two days later, it was snowing really hard. I came into work that morning, but left early. That afternoon, after the roads cleared, Art and I went out to get a couple of things from the store. We were sitting at a red light. I have this habit of always looking over at the car next to me. There, in a Chevy truck, was a little boy with his face pressed up against the window. Suddenly, he started waving at me. He was the little boy that I saw in my dream. I waved back and looked over at the driver. It was Don.
The next day when I came to work, I was told that Don was back. We decided to go and congratulate him for saving his son’s life. I told Dottie about seeing Don and his son the day before. We all went up to Don’s office. Don was happy to see us all, and we told him how proud we were of him for what he’d done.
Don told us how it happened.
“I was working in the yard. My son was right behind me playing. Then I turned around and he was gone.”
I interrupted and asked him what time it happened. He said it was at about 9:30 in the morning, and gave me a strange look.
“I called out his name, but there was no answer,” continued Don. “Then I heard someone screaming. I ran in the direction of the scream, and I saw my son in the fishpond floating face-up. I got him out, called 911, and started CPR. He was conscious before the helicopter got there. He came home yesterday. He acts like nothing happened.”
“Yeah Don, you’re already teaching him bad habits by letting him wave at strange women,” I said, thinking about the incident the day before.
Don gave me a weird look.
“I don’t know why he did that,” he said. “He never waves at strangers and he’s never met you before. I never did find out who was screaming that morning. My wife thinks I just heard it in my mind.”
I found out why all this happened, after my mother passed away in May, 1998. I was told that I was born with a veil. Part of the veil’s gift is to save lives. I now know that on that morning in February, we all connected.
The scream for help that Don heard was mine. The wave that I received from the little boy was a thank-you.
-Ruth Lundy, Westminster, Md.
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