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Do you believe in strange phenomena, like E.S.P. or unexplained
happenings? Well
I think I do and I will tell you a little story about one that happened
to me
years ago.
I was a miner most of my life but sometimes in the summer I would go
back to
Steamboat Springs Colorado where I was raised and do other kinds of
work for a
while. This certain summer I was tending bar in a little beer bar for
an old
Italian friend of mine I think it was in the late 60s. There was an old
cowboy
friend of mine who also worked there and every morning I would stop by
his house
or he would stop at mine and as we both drank a lot in those days we
would
proceed to have coffee royal to start the day off right. (coffee,
whiskey, and
honey).
On this certain morning I stopped at his house and we were setting at
his
kitchen table. We were just getting the drinks mixed and hadn't even
had one yet
when one of us noticed a light kind of pulsing over the table where we
were
setting. I don’t remember which one of us saw it first but anyway we
got to
looking at it and wondering what it was . There was a window facing
east in the
kitchen and so we decided to pull the shade on the window as we thought
it might
be a refection as the sun was just coming up and shining through the
window. So
we pulled the shade but the light was still there . I chewed Copenhagen
in those
days and my can was setting on the table so we thought it might a light
reflecting off the metal lid , so I put it in my pocket by the light
still
stayed there just kind of pulsing over the table and on the ceiling.
I don’t know exactly how it got started but I could move the light by
motioning at it with my hand , I would say to it go over on that wall
and motion
where I wonted it to move and it would move exactly where I told it to
go, It
would just stop and pulse like it had a mind of it’s own." Now you
move”
it I told my friend and he would try to move it but it wouldn't’ move
for him.
I could move it around anywhere I wonted to, finally I said “ "get our
of
here I am tired of playing with you"” and it left . then I would say
"OK now come on back in here" and it would come back. This went on for
quite a while and finally I told it to go and it would not come back.
If this had happened when I was alone I would not be telling this story
now but
we were both sober and In sound mind and the odds of use both going
nuts at the
same time are pretty slim. We told several people about it and they
just laughed
and said we had better change brands of what ever we were smoking or
drinking.
We even had some friends come with us at the same time of day under the
same
circumstances and tried to make it happen again but it did not work.
The only
one that believed us was the old Italian that owned the bar or at least
he said
he did.
Now the questions that always bothered me are ( why couldn't he move
the light?
and why it finally left and wouldn't come back? And above all what was
it ?)
Maybe it was a communication from another world or dimension that was
only tuned
into my brain waves . Who knows ? This has been about 35 years ago and
it still
bothers me. Strange but true. I hope I haven’t bored you. Hillbilly
Bill
This is a ghost story and a true one I know because
it happened to me. When I
was about 12 years old, back in a fishing village on the west coast of
Newfoundland. My friend had a grandmother who was very old in her 90S
and
crippled up couldn't hardly get out of bed we all called her aunt Ann,
she was a
crow Indian. I lived about 1/2 mile up the road with my grandmother. On
this one
day we were at my house out in the barn chasing the cats I believe not
sure now
what we were doing. We both heard something and went running out of the
barn
together, and walking across the field was aunt Ann my friends
grandmother. It
was a small field so we knew it was her. We ran around to the other
side of the
barn to catch her, when we got there she was no where to be seen. We
both
started running to her house to tell her mother that her grandmother
was out
wandering around, but when we got there every one was crying, the old
woman had
never left the bed. When we had seen her was exactly the time she died.
There
you have it. My friend and I formed some kind of bond on that day and
we still
keep in touch. I have been back twice to see her and we still talk
about what
happened. Rhoda
I used to live at a place called Boomer Hill, (named
after a very ornery goose)
on Highway 41 which leads you from Atascadero, Calif. to Morro Bay. I
used to
take walks up this trail to the top of Boomer hill to check out the
view. My
husband and his brothers always warned me not to stay up there past
dark because
there was a wild boar that lived there. I heeded their warning always
except for
once! Late afternoon one day I wandered to the top of the hill and
before I knew
it, it was almost dark. I thought I better hurry and get down before it
was
totally dark. As I walked down the trail, the night got pitch black and
I could
barely see but I knew there was a fork in the trail, one way led to a
tiny
stream and the other, home. I was at that point and got confused as to
which way
to take and stopped and right before me about 10 feet in front of me I
saw my
husband laying in the grass. I knew it was him because I saw the
outline of his
face and his moustache and black hair and a plaid shirt. He was laying
flat on
his back and not moving. I thought he was playing a joke on me or
something so I
said "Ok you can get up now" But he did not move. Then I got scared. I
thought he was dead. At that moment, time stood still. I very slowly
approached
him and got directly over him and started to reach down to him, just
knowing he
was dead. I was terrified, Yet I could clearly see his face now. I
reached down
to touch him and when my hands reached him, all I could feel and see
then was
grass. I felt around frantically searching for him and there was
nothing but
grass. It was a very strange feeling. I realized then that I had taken
the wrong
way at the fork in the trail and got back on the right trail and ran
all the way
back somehow. When I got to the end of the trail to our parking lot I
stopped,
turned around, and my husband walked out from behind a tree. He had
been waiting
there for me to come down from the hill. He still says to this day that
he never
walked up that trail that night. A ghost? I don't know. This incident
has never
left my mind, or the strange feeling that came upon me when it
happened. Kathy
I will tell you a story from my friend and it is
really curious. My friend was
married with a man who was a doctor and a very intelligent person but
he could
not live and earn money like other persons. He always did not very
legal things
and one day he has to go in prison. For my friend it was more than
terrible,
because she had 3 children and he was her big big love. Whatever he had
done she
paid his loans but she asked about the divorce. Years were gone, she
did not
hear anything about him, she had another life partner and she was on
holyday in
Hung aria, It was night, the room was quit dark and Elfriede was
sleeping.
Suddenly she waked up from a voice, calling her name. She looked at her
partner,
but he was sleeping deeply. Suddenly she heard again this voice calling
her
name and she looked at the direction from where the voice was coming
and saw a
big blue and red colored ball floating on the ceiling. The coulours
where
shining and it comes again the voice and it was the voice from her
divorces
husband. Elfriede was so shocked she could hardly breathe. She looked
at this
ball and was sure, that it was her husband. The voice came again but it
was now
farer away and the colors where also mot ,ore so shining. After a while
the ball
was away. During the next day Elfriede could never find friedom and she
called
friends to adke about her husband. She must hear, that he died in this
night and
at the same time. Grete
Here is my story, And it is true;
I took a trip to Florida last October of 98. Was staying with friends
by their
private lake, No one ever fished there, (why I don't know.} but because
I love
to fish and it had been years, I went down by the peer and set down, I
thought
,what the heck, there is a rope thing there with a hook on it all
rusty, so
knowing me and my curiosity, I slid it down n the water. A few minutes
later
there was the biggest fish on that hook that I have seen since i left
Missouri.
I was so surprised I threw it backwards and it landed half way back in
my
friends yard. And to this day no one believes I caught that sucker
without
BAIT!! But I DID. Ginny
For years strange or unusual things have happened
within our family. When my
Grandmother had a dream of flood waters there would be a death in the
family
within two weeks. Pick up the phone to call my Mother and she would be
on the
line although the phone hadn’t even rung.
For months after my Grandmothers death the strong
odor of roses like the
spray that had draped her casket could be smelled at the times mainly
when there
was a problem in the family in both my house and my Mother’s house.
sixteen
months after Grandmother died my Mom was looking for a birthday card to
send to
my daughter couldn't find what she wanted in her card box. So she
decided to
look in Grandma’s things that were still stored in her basement. Upon
finding
Grandma’s card box in it was a birthday card already addressed to my
daughter
with money inside that Grandma had never mailed.
My Mom and I had very differing opinions regarding
religion so much so that
for many years we just agreed not to ever discuss anything regarding
religion to
keep the peace. While living with me mom was diagnosed with terminal
lung cancer
so the subject of death and pros and cons of an after life came up
several times
(she had refused any treatment other than what was needed to keep her
comfortable and the help of Hospice) during the last ten months of her
life.
Mom’s belief based on her religion was that you just
went to the grave and
that was it until Armageddon. I follow a spiritual path rather then a
set
religious dogma. I told her that I felt she should at least hear what
my beliefs
were of spirit life continuing after death and going into the light at
case her
beliefs were in errors she would be prepared and not be confused. Mom
didn’t
want to go to a hospital so was still in my home when she slipped into
a coma,
which was going on 24 hours when two of my closest friends and I held a
releasing meditation over Mom telling her not to be afraid that it okay
to let
go and go and go into the light. Five minutes later Mom drew her last
breath on
October 6, 1994.
Within three days strange things started happening
with the lights in my
house and my children’s houses. Lights would turn off and on , both
wall
switches and lamps not all at once just one at a time. Also my dog who
was very
fond of Mom would act all excited like a he was seeing someone he cared
for
whining and jumping around or lay his head on the seat of her empty
chair like
he did while she pelted him. I could feel my Mom’s presence and the
feelings
that came with it was one that would make me laugh as she was having
such a good
time flitting around turning the lights off and on and being so free of
a
painful sick body.
The light going off and on has almost come to a stop
unless one of us in the
family is going through a stressful problem of some kind then a light
will be
turned on just for us. Mom was saying “ I’m still here watching over
you all
in the light. Shirley
In 1973 my husband and I were stationed in Alamed,
Calif. When he went to Viet
Nam, I got to be good friends with the Master Chief's wife Sarah. One
evening
about 2:20a.m. I received a call from Sarah, she was in a fit of panic.
I went
next door to her house and she was crying so hard, that it really
scared me.
When I did get her relaxed enough to talk, she told me that she had a
very bad
dream that she had burned to death. I said, you have just had a bad
night-mare.
She said" I have to show you something, but don't tell anyone they will
think I am nuts". She pulled the sleeves up on her robe end her arms
were
so red, but later we figured that it was a rash of some kind. 11 days
passed
with no more nightmares, than on the 27th. of that month at exactly at
2:20 a.m.
I was awakened by the sound of sirens, that sounded like they were
right outside
my door. I ran outside only to see Sarah's house on fire. They would
not let me
through the fire lines, and I could not find Sarah. It took them about
45 min.
to put out the fire, and they found Sarah's body. She had been burned
very
badly, and had died from smoke inhalation. But the strangest part was
that her
arms where she had had the so-called rash were not burned at all. How
do you
explain it? To this day, 27 years later it still haunts me. Why was her
body
burned, but not her arms. I have never been able to even try to answer
this
question, I just never have forgotten that night and the strange
occurrence.
Maybe our dreams do forewarn us and we let them go unheeded, I really
don't
know. This is a true occurrence and something that has always puzzled
me. Patsy
When I was young in my 20s, I had a friend since
early childhood, she got
cancer and at the last part of her life she would not let anyone in to
see her
except me the day before she died I sat on the bed next to her and I
could not
hold back the tears, she took my hand and said it is all right I am
going
home...at 3:00 am I had a dream, I was crying because I was at her
house and
there was a big black cloud around it and I could not get to the house,
then she
walked through the cloud and put her arms around me and said " I love
you
do not cry, I have no more pain" I wake up crying. The next morning I
called her house and she had passed away at3:oo am. And I realized she
had come
to me to say good by and let me know it was ok...Bobbie
I have had many weird things happen in my life. When
I moved out of my old
house I had came back for a visit a year after my grand father died and
went
inside. Keep in mind my father owns the house. I went inside and it was
very
cold indeed. Then the TV. popped on I got so scared I looked at it and
my grand
fathers face was on it!!!!! So I ran to the bed room and my bed was
still there
and my radio and I turned on my radio and it kept changing channels on
its own
so I left the house. When I got outside I looked at the window and saw
MY grand
dad waving good bye to me. Beka...
This is a story written by Dale Boudreau he is only
14 years old and a very
good author. You have got to read his story.
Avenge With Wisdom
Long ago, in the land of Natherun there was a town called Kaloom where
no human
lived but instead lived Malk. Malkish were very homely creatures that
loved
other people but at that same time liked the feeling of being alone.
These
people are very similar to humans in every way as of physical features
but they
never lived together as a family. They did mate as humans now do and
within two
weeks after birth a Malk is fully grown and has enough sense to live on
their
own as they do; after the two weeks they all live by themselves. No
Malkish
believed in Marriage. They usually only mated once. And they never
lived with
their mate after the child leaves. Malkish are about a third of the
average
person's height. That would make most Malk about 4 feet tall. This is
only the
first paragraph. I am working one it. Dale
When
I left my birthplace of Steamboat Springs, Colorado, to move to
Wickenburg, Arizona, I had already made the decision that I would be an
Avon Representative, and had planned that Avon would provide me with
enough income to live on.
Avon seemed
to be the obvious choice to me because of the reputation and widespread
usage by women of all ages. Avon was always one of my
favorite products since the first time I ever heard of it.
When I moved
to Wickenburg, I didn't know one single person. It must have
been pretty courageous of me to think that women would allow me, a
stranger, to demonstrate and show them products that would make them
more beautiful and aromatic.
My previous
sales experience was selling new and used cars and trucks to mostly
men. And I surely didn't want to say "What would it take for
me to send this blooming powder blush and pale foundation home with you
today?" to my hopefully prospective customers. It's
very difficult to knock on a stranger's door and ask them if they have
an Avon lady. What a stupid question! Of course,
they all said yes, just to get rid of me!
With
persistence and making sure that the people I visited knew that I
wasn't a once only Avon lady, I have developed the necessary clientele
so that I can pay my bills. I thank them.
These women
are also my friends, I hope, because I sincerely like them all, almost
without exception.
On Monday, I
visited a customer and her kitty-cat named "Perry." When I go
to homes to deliver, it usually involves a chat. Most of the
time, it doesn't involve a cat. Being such a nice day, as is
normal here in Wickenburg, my customer had her sliding doors open onto
the patio. She and I are going over the newest Avon brochure,
when here comes Perry with a lizard to show his mistress. She
screams. Perry drops the lizard. the lizard takes
off for under the china cabinet. Those little fellows can
really move fast!
"Mary, can
you please catch that lizard and put it out for me?" she
screamed while standing on the chair. I'm not afraid of
lizards, not really. I just usually don't pick them up, but
I've always said I'd do anything to keep my customers happy.
Besides, I was afraid she was going to have a heart attack caused by
fear.
I asked for
a paper towel so I wouldn't have to touch the critter and got down on
my hands and knees to get the lizard out from under the china
cabinet. There was only about four inches
clearance. I'm at one end, and Perry is at the other
end. I know Perry is going to get me as soon as I get the
lizard, and I'm not really anxious to be scratched and bitten by a
cat. But I'm brave!
I grab the
lizard and start to heave it out the open door. And the
lizard drops to the floor and all I have left wrapped in the paper
towel is the tail of the lizard. So I threw the tail out the
door. And we start all over again.
Finally I
win the battle.
But I have
to go home and change my clothes and get fit before I can deliver any
more Avon.
This
wonderful customer felt so badly about the bad experience with the
lizard at her house that she wanted to help me out with my business by
telling me of another prospective customer who wanted Avon
products. She told me to go next door.
So Tuesday
morning, I am at her neighbor's townhouse. The man of the
house comes to the door, and I tell him that his neighbor told me his
wife wanted to buy Avon. He said, "You get away from here,
and don't ever come back. We don't want any." And
that ruined that day.
I always
felt that some of my customers needed a certain amount of help and it
might as well be me who does it. This one lady always had a
stack of newspapers that she was hoping to recycle. So I
volunteered to do that for her. She depended on me to do
this. On Wednesday, I took her order to her, and she told me
she had the newspapers out in her little shed. So I went
there to get them and my gosh! It must have been quite a
while since I'd been there before. The shed was full of
newspaper, so I had to load up my car and go to the recycle
bin. So much for Wednesday's work.
Thursday
morning my phone rang before I was even awake. The customer
wanted to know if I could bring the face cream and makeup over within
the hour because she had to go to Phoenix. I put my eyebrows
on and took it to her. and I got a lot of deliveries done
that day because of such an early start.
Fridays are
always saved for a special restaurant whose employees and owners and
managers await my arrival at 3:30. The morning shift gets off
at 3:00 and the evening shift comes on at 4:00. And Fridayis
payday. I do appreciate the privilege to do business there.
Friday is
also the day I peddle my wares at Maricopa County Court. I'm
sure the people who go to court there have noticed how beautiful those
women who work there are. And Ray and Judge Henry are special
people who enjoy the gifts and children's games and clothing that are
available from Avon.
Some of my
customers come to my house to pick up their orders. I love
having them come here. Particularly when I have a burnt-out
light bulb. I am afraid of heights and so if someone comes
who doesn't mind getting on a stool to put in a bulb, I need their help
too.
One of my
relatives in Colorado made the remark that most of my customers are
older women, aren't they? My response: "To tell you
the truth, I never notice their age. to me, they are all
women and girls who want to keep themselves beautiful and healthy, and
I enjoy being able to help them."
It makes me
feel very good to bring a little cheer and beauty into every person's
life, whether they buy a product from me or not. it's
important to me that my customers be happy to see me coming.
When I sold
cars, one of my return customers called me 'the barracuda," jokingly,
of course, because he and his wife bought three vehicles from me
throughout the years. But I don't believe I have that kind of
persona here in Wickenburg. At least, I hope not.
Someone would surely tell me if I do.
By Mary in
Wickenburg, Arizona. Avon can be ordered by mail from me at
530 Palm Drive, Wickenburg, AZ. 853
hi
my story is that my pitbull puppy is always barking at things i can not
see.
I
am always hearing things like something hiting the wall. and one night
when me and my mom were a sleep we herd some thing hit the wall with a
chain or something
even
my dog herd it and start barking
this
is a true story bridget combs fairview oklahoma
I was a little over 4 years old when, my parents divorced, my
father moved out, a new baby sister was born and, I started to have my
"visions". My mother found them scary, most of them
were. But there is one very personal and unfinished
"vision". One day I was playing with my barbie dolls and I
picked up "Ken" (you know, barbie's boyfriend). I wondered
why I did not liked "Ken". I stared at him until a got a
perfect picture in my mind of how I wanted "Ken" to look
like. Then I smile at him and "HE WLOWED". The
little I knew is that 15 years later, after a couple of bad
relationships and a 10 months old son, I will see "my Ken"
again. But he is real. That day I was helping my
father to do some work on his 40' fishing boat. After lunch I
stepped out , took few more steps, looked up and there he
was. Across the bay, standing on deck shinning like gold, "my
Ken". The second day, I was standing under the
shade of a tree and stared at this giant, lean, golden, long hair,
beautiful, male, barbie doll, "my Ken". My father came over
and stood next to me. Do you think he is the owner?
I asked. He said no, maybe the caretaker, then he
walked away. And ( against my father's previous advices and
like I was under a spell) I found myself walking to " my Ken" thinking
what to do or say to get his attention. To my surprise I
didn't have to. He was "expecting" me. He gave me
his hand to help me on board and welcome me with champagne and fresh
cut fruits. We had sex, he got up and the spell
broke. I didn't know what to do anymore.
He vanished and I was left there alone. Or I
wasn't? (Then I had a "vision". I saw the walls covered with
eyes). I got a weir feeling of being watched. I got
dressed quickly and ran out. I couldn't run fast enough to
get to my father's boat. I got in the shower and I was
thinking. How could all these happened? Were we
really strangers? But I don't even know his name.
For two more days I watched him sunbathed. I wanted to go
back but I was scared. Scare of what? I
asked myself. What my father would say or scared of own
"vision". Day 5, "my Ken" was gone, that's when I wanted to
convience myself that ( "he" never happened). I successfully
erased him from my memory for 23 years. Until...........................
Nancy Smith
Part 2: I successfully erased "my Ken"
from my memory for 23 years. Until .......2 years ago I was
dying. I couldn't function much any more. Doctors
couldn't tell me exactly what was wrong with me. One
day my ex-boyfriend came over my place to
visit. He brought a movie for us to watch together, a movie
that he said I would like. (I am not a movie person and I
totally hated to watch TV with him). Anyways, we sat on the
couch, I got under the covers, the movie started and I was
paying no attention to him or the movie. Then, a song catched
my attention. And when I looked, I couldn't believe my
eyes. The song, the actors body language, the stage, the
objects the camera men were highlighting , all together, made me
believe that they were telling my story. A story that I never
told. A story that has been forgotten for 23 years and the
only way to know the details is by " being there".
I cried for days, I couldn't eat or sleep thinking
about "my Ken", about that day, and most of all, about my
"vision". "(The walls covered with eyes)". I had
nobody to turn to and no much I could do. Few months after, I
was rushed to a hospital in New York City for a heart
surgery. For many reasons that I wont mention now,
I thought I wasn't going to make it. A couple of months after
surgery I need to take walks to help my heart function on its own,
without medications. So I took walks to the local
library. One day I asked the lady at the desk if she could
help find "my Ken". She was very nice to me, but only with a
description and no name, wasn't much she can do. So she gave
me few tips and a quick lesson on how to use a computer and send me on
my way. One day I was very frustrated, my search was taking
me nowhere. Then, I remember my father's words from back
then.(maybe the caretaker). After few clicks here and there,
a picture of a man popped up on the screen. He had short hair
now and he was dressed on a business suit. I
believe he is the man on that yacht 24 years back. I send him
an E-mail telling him that I owed him an apology for 24 years
ago. I did mention to him the place, the month and the year
of the encounter and few hints of what happened. (I got the
answer I expected) Wasn't him but if there anything he could
do to help to let him know. Something stopped me
from E-mail him back. But I clicked into his site once in a
while to look at his picture to get a vibe, a vision. One day
a got more than a couple of pictures on screen. He made a
video. That's when a felt the hair in my body standing up and
tears ran down my chicks. Now, I could look into
his eyes, I could hear his voice, and (I could see him walk?)
He is sending me a message back, I thought, because I could never
forget his walk. That cat walk. (What are the adds
of finding someone with no name, only physical description,
and idea of what his occupation might be) I am doing my
research going by feelings and visions and instincts. Why I
am still alive? Why I have the need to find "my
Ken"? Why I am feeling hunted by a 41 years old
"vision"?......Nancy Smith...
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