I've told this story before but as always it doesn't matter. I'd think that no matter what someone's beliefs are they'd at least be scratching their head if they heard it. It can't be explained by normal methods and if you try you'd come to the conclusion that there's no way it should've happened, yet it did. For lack of a better term I'd have to call it a miracle.
This happened about six years ago when my dad was still alive. I was looking after him and my mom. I have an electronic drum kit that I used to play for hours at a time. Like most of the time when people buy electronic kits, it's because of the volume. When I play them, anyone else in the house hears tapping on rubber pads, and the neighbors can't hear a peep. It's not silent but it's a heck of a lot quieter than an acoustic kit.
What I hear through the headphones is amazing, and it's loud. I mostly play along to music so I have the music plus the drums in the 'phones. I want it to be powerful but I don't want to hurt my ears, so I'll crank it to where it's loud, but not enough to make my ears ring, even after up to eight hours or more of playing.
I couldn't hear anything else besides music with the phones on. I couldn't hear people talking or phones ringing or the TV blaring. Since I couldn't hear them calling me when I was playing, I got an intercom type thing where mom and dad had a pendant worn around the neck.
It had a button that when pressed would send a signal to the base unit and set off an alarm and a flashing light. I couldn't hear the alarm but I could see the light. Problem was that dad didn't like wearing it around his neck and sometimes he'd take it off. Fortunately it never needed to be used, although it would've come in handy that night, if he'd been wearing it.
I was playing along when I thought I heard my name. It sounded real but I thought it was just some crazy audio thing so I shook it off and kept playing, but then I heard it again. It sounded sort of slow, like "Kellllly." It sounded distant and faint, yet somehow it rose above everything else.
I took the headphones off and listened for a minute but I didn't hear anything. It was freaking me out a little because it sounded like I was hearing this ghostly voice calling my name, and it was floating above the music, like I suppose a ghostly voice would do.
I listened for a minute and I diidn't hear anything so I put the phones back on and started playing. Then I heard it again, this time a little fainter but longer..."Kelllllllllllly." I took off the phones and went to have a look around.
I went into the living room and mom was there but dad had gone to bed or the bathroom. I went down the hall and into the bedroom, through the walk-in closet and into the bathroom. Dad had fallen into the bathtub head-first.
His head and shoulders were pinned upside-down between the shower chair and the side of the bathtub. He was saying my name just like I'd heard it..."Kelllllly." It was barely audible.
I didn't have time to marvel on that just yet because I didn't know how badly he'd been hurt. From the gnarly angle he was lying I thought he'd maybe hit his head or injured his neck or whatever. I called 911 and started to have a look and see if I could tell what was going on.
I asked if he was okay and he said yes. That was a good sign. I was trying to keep him from moving his head too much while trying to free him with the shower seat in the way. I finally got him extricated and sitting up. I couldn't feel any bumps on his head or anywhere else. He said his head hurt a little but he was okay. It could've been a lot worse.
How was I able to hear dad's frail voice over loud music? When I found dad he was saying my name as loudly as he could but I could hardly hear it standing right next to him. He was upside-down with his neck twisted to the side. He was barely able to get any sound out at all, much less yell. So how did I hear him through two doors, two rooms, a hallway and walk-in closet, not to mention loud music and headphones? You tell me.
I couldn't hear it when I took the headphones off. How was I able to hear it with them on? It can't be explained by the laws of acoustics or Physics or psychoacoustics or whatever...it shouldn't have happened but it did.
What if I'd ignored it and kept on playing? I could never forgive myself. I doubt he'd have lasted too long in that position...it was hard for him to breathe and the stress might have given him a cardiac event.
I suppose you could say that if God or an angel could make me be able to hear a whisper above a roar, then why couldn't He just not let dad fall in the first place, and that's a good question. Maybe you could say that dad did the falling part himself, and the angel took care of the rest. Or maybe it was just luck.
It was remarkable to experience that. Maybe it was just happenstance or something but I don't think so. It was an honor. It shouldn't have happened but it did. Anything that directly contradicts the laws of science (SCIENCE) always gets my attention. I may be wrong but I say it was a miracle. Much obliged!
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