Lensmeister
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I hope this hasn't been done before but here goes.
I could say my wedding or my Kids, but the one thing that changed me and the way I thought about life and the person I am was the death of my father. It was back in 1990. Before then I was just a happy go lucky kinda person with no plans, and although I was with someone (now my wife) I didn't take much as seriously as I should have.
We came back of holiday and was told he was oin life support in Hospital and there wasn't much hope. The brain scan had said he was clinically dead but there may be a flicker there.
The moment came when I walking in to ITU and saw him. I felt his presence and the thing that made him there, was there. Next morning we returned to the hospital and there was nothing there. No presence, no signs ne feeling, just the empty shell of a body. He'd gone for me. I knew he'd held on for me to return home and that I was there for my Mum. Now I was back and she had me he was able to go and be at peace.
Events changed dramatically after that, which involved police and murder hunts and postponed funerals.
But it was that moment when I walked in that Sunday morning. It changed me. In someways it was for the better and other it was for the worse.
Now what defining moment or situation made you change as a person?
I could say my wedding or my Kids, but the one thing that changed me and the way I thought about life and the person I am was the death of my father. It was back in 1990. Before then I was just a happy go lucky kinda person with no plans, and although I was with someone (now my wife) I didn't take much as seriously as I should have.
We came back of holiday and was told he was oin life support in Hospital and there wasn't much hope. The brain scan had said he was clinically dead but there may be a flicker there.
The moment came when I walking in to ITU and saw him. I felt his presence and the thing that made him there, was there. Next morning we returned to the hospital and there was nothing there. No presence, no signs ne feeling, just the empty shell of a body. He'd gone for me. I knew he'd held on for me to return home and that I was there for my Mum. Now I was back and she had me he was able to go and be at peace.
Events changed dramatically after that, which involved police and murder hunts and postponed funerals.
But it was that moment when I walked in that Sunday morning. It changed me. In someways it was for the better and other it was for the worse.
Now what defining moment or situation made you change as a person?