Her Nightmare Was True, Her Son Had Been Buried Alive

In the 19th century cholera was a disease that terrified parents. For decades, the almost always fatal infection swept across the United States, leaving hundreds dead in its wake.

In 1865, five year old Maxie Hoffman, contracted cholera. The doctor did his best, but there was no cure. Maxie died three days later.

His young body was placed in a pine coffin and was buried only a hundred yards from his home, in the country cemetery.

On the night after his death Mrs. Hoffman woke sweating and screaming in panic. Her husband reached to console her as she sobbed and told him of her vivid nightmare.

"It was Maxie ... in his coffin," she stammered. "But, oh, dear God, he was alive!" She collapsed against her husband. "He ,,, he was trying to get out. I saw him. His hands were under his right cheek. He was twisted. Oh! He's alive ... I know it," she wailed. "We must get to him."

Mr Hoffman thought the nightmare to be  the result of the obvious strain they had been under. He told her that Maxie wasn't alive, and digging up his body would only add to her sorrow,.

However, Mrs Hoffman's dream reappeared the next night. The details were the same as the night before.  She saw Maxie twisted in his coffin, his small hand clenched tightly under his head.

This time, her husband agreed to her pleadings. He sent his eldest child to a neighbour's house for help. Together the men exhumed Maxie's body. Mr Hoffman believed this was the only way to persuade his wife that her son was dead, as horrifying as the experience would be.

It was past one o'clock in the morning when they raised the coffin from the earth. As Mr Hoffman prised the lid off, his wife huddled, frightened behind him.

A gasp arose from her throat. Maxie's body was twisted to the right side, his hand was clenched under his right cheek - just as she had seen in her dream.

The child showed no signs of life but his father still scooped him up into his arms and rode off on his horse to the doctor, the same one who had declared him dead two days earlier.

Reluctant at first, but the doctor did what he could to revive the boy. Unbelievably he heard a very faint heartbeat ... minutes flew by and, after an hour, the doctor was sure the boy would live.

Finally the boy opened his eyes.

Within weeks Maxie was back to full health, and didn't remember anything of his 'death'. He went on to live a full life in Clinton Iowa and died at the age of 85.

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Strange Ring Necked Dove Coincidence

Here's a strange coincidence story, I saw in an old edition of the Montreal Gazette. It mentions a white dove.

About a year ago Elizabeth Scott, of Pointe Claire, Montreal, was at her sister's house in Cambridge, Ontario. They would regularly see a ring-necked dove and a pure white dove at the garden feeder. The two birds stayed util the end of the winter, and then disappeared..

However, in August, Elizabeth was back in her home in Montreal. She stared out of the kitchen window and saw ... a ring-necked dove accompanied by a pure white dove. They were gulping down her ripe mountain ash berries. The duo also visited her feeder for two days in a row.

The ring-necked dove was tame and allowed his breast to be stroked, while the white bird took to the trees. Strangely this was exactly what would happen while in Cambridge - the ring-necked dove could be stroked, while the white one flew into the trees,

The obvious question is: were they the same doves who fancied a change of scenery? If they were, it's a mighty big coincidence that they would end up in Elizabeth Scott's yard hundreds of miles away.

Maybe there is some other interpretation.

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White Doves Seen Following A Bereavement

Two white dove stories or experiences. The first wishes to remain anonymous. These posts are where readers tell of seeing doves following a loved ones death.

My wife died in hospital following a long illness. As heartbroken as I was it was almost a relief that she was no longer in pain. I hoped beyond hope that she would now be at peace.

The morning after Maggie died I went downstairs to breakfast. I hadn't slept very much and bleary eyed looked out of the window. At that exact moment a beautiful white dove landed on the grass and sat looking at the window. I opened the door to have a better look and I swear that the dove looked at me with a sad expression and then flew away.

That evening the dove returned. I had never seen one in my garden before. Again as I went outside the dove looked at me before flying and circling my house.

On the day of the funeral, there was no dove to be seen until the coffin was being lowered into the ground. I don't know if it was the same one, but it sat on a tree branch, high up, looking at what was happening.

My son says it's simply all a coincidence but I feel deep inside it was Maggie watching over me, signalling she is all right. I hope so.

My nephew passed away this past Tuesday, August 25, 2015 on a motorcycle accident. He was only 25. He was a compassionate and an ambitious young man.

Two days after his passing a white dove appeared in the yard of his parents house and would not leave even when some people tried to get him to fly away. The dove persisted on hanging around his fiancé and appeared when his aunt was praying and calling to him.

We have never seen a dove around our town or city. This is very unusual. We believe this was our nephew's spirit letting us know he is in peace.

~ xof anil

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Divine Intervention Through Casting The Burden - Or Perhaps Not!

To many this will sound bonkers.

My car went in for an annual service and I was told it needed a new battery. I agreed, and this was replaced. Problem was that, by disconnecting the battery, this affected other things. It was all righted, except for the car radio, which would no longer work.

To correct this the mechanic needed the radio code, unique to my radio. He thought he had the right number, but whatever he did the radio wouldn't make a sound. The assumption being that the code was wrong.

But, no easy job getting the right code. I'd have to travel to the car's main dealer, with proof of ownership, and then they would obtain the code by attaching a special computer - not the normal diagnostic computer that car service mechanics use.

I didn't really want to do this and waste a day, but accepted I'd have to do what I was told (for a change). I tried entering the code myself, by following the instructions in the car radio manual, but it wouldn't work. Worse still, if you get it wrong once, you can't try again for at least an hour - supposedly for security reasons.

I was a bit narked, but that evening I picked up a book from the mountain in my office, opened it up and it was telling how, if you have a problem, you should "cast the burden". By this it means that problems aren't ours, they belong to the universe to solve. Okay, I said this would sound bonkers to many people!

Anyway, that night, I cast the problem of my car radio onto the universe by saying that I believed the answer would come as to how I could get the radio working again, without a trip to the main dealer.

Next morning I read my horoscope in the newspaper (something I don't normally do). It read: "You have to trust that you know what you know and you know what to do. Even if the solution to a problem doesn't seem immediately obvious to you, the right way forward will reveal itself just at the moment when you most feel in greatest need of guidance." This made me smile.

After I'd read this we had to go to the supermarket - not something I enjoy - and we parked as near as possible as it was raining. My wife got out of the car, but for some inexplicable reason I stayed where I was and fed the code number into the radio, But, instead of following the procedure stated in the handbook, I pushed other buttons as well. There was a glare from my wife - she was getting wet in the rain!

But then magically the radio started to play! Somehow I had got the radio working again - goodness knows how. I certainly didn't do what the manual said.

So - divine intervention, coincidence or pure luck?

Whatever, it pleased my wife, despite the rain, and I'd earned myself a few brownie points!

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The Long Arm Of Coincidence From Bavaria To USA

Here's a coincidence story I saw in a copy of the Daily Mail newspaper.

Back in 1976, I was working for Marconi on the Exosat satellite programme. The German Messerschmitt-Bolkow-Blohm (MBB) was the prime contractor.

I had to go to a meeting at MBB headquarters in Munich, and my golf partner and colleague at Marconi was working nearby.

I rang him and asked whether there was anything I could bring him, and he replied, "I'd love a bottle of Scotch." I asked him how I would get it too him, and he said to call him when the meeting was over and he would come over to MBB to pick it up.

I duly took the bottle to Munich. My meeting overran, so I made a local call to ask him what to do, "Leave it in reception and I'll pick it up in the morning, he said.

So I did and behind the desk was a gorgeous girl in traditional Bavarian dress. Not having good enough German, I explained slowly in English that the package was for a friend who would collect it the following day and added, "Do you understand?"

She replied, "Sure I do."

I asked where she was from and she told me, "The United States."

"Yes, but which one?" 

She replied, "California."

Her next three answers narrowed the location to a little town near San Jose, which she said, I wouldn't have hear of. I had learned her name by this time and suggested, "Try me, Elizabeth."

I don't know which of us was more surprised when she said, "Los Gatos," and I replied that my daughter was at that time doing a graduation year in Los Gatos High School, near San Jose, California.

The arm of coincidence is very long for me!

~ Stan Armstrong

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Here's a coincidence story from Sarasota.

Hortense Witker writes: "Here's one that has me puzzled. A real mystery or coincidence. It all came about when a friend of mine in New York City sent me a gift which she purchased and had wrapped and mailed from a drugstore in her neighbourhood.

When I opened it, I found a small box was made secure in the larger one by a crumpled newspaper and that paper was a copy of a Sarasota newspaper. Now, I wonder what was a small drugstore in N.Y.C. doing with a Sarasota paper almost four years old?

To add to the coincidence, in the obituary column of the newspaper, a death was noted of a woman who once owned the very same apartment building as where I am now.

Coincidence or whatever you wish to call it. It really got me."

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Daisy Marries Jesus Coincidence

A coincidence story I received a while back.

Hi Mike!

I just found your blog and thought I'd share a funny story with you.

I was born in a small ranch in Mexico and was to be named Ana but My godmother decided Deisy suited better and my mom agreed.

Eventually we moved to the US and at age 7 I found out Daisy was English for Margarita which happens to be my mom's name.

In High school I met and eventually married Jesse. In Spanish his name is Jesus, which is my dad's name.

Here you have Margarita and Jesus and now Deisy and Jesse.

As if that's not enough I should also add that my parents marriage was not the best and neither was ours, Jesse and I separated and now my parents are too.

Just thought I'd share it with you as I had not met anyone before who payed as much attention to small things as I have.

~ Deisy

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