Got a call one night that someone had been airlifted off of a friends ranch. Tried calling their place and calling their other family that was nearby. Nobody was answering the phones.
I got a deep down terrble feeling. Just a really desperate urge to get to the hospital.
I knew that night holding my best friends hand that she would never wake up.
Years before I was heading to my cousins wedding. As I left I looked at DH and told him I had a feeling I was going to get into a wreck. I made a stop in a town to look at a colt and the feeling got worse. I just stayed where I was. The feeling just kept getting worse. Then suddenly it went away. I continued on to the wedding.
Found out a driver was busted for driving 113mph on the same road I was going to travel on.
I listen to my gut instinct. So far it hasn't been wrong.
See, I should have listened earlier today. Got a call to go somewhere. You know, they type of call that makes your heart pound hard for a second and takes your breath away? Yep, got one of those. I thought for a second and said sure, be there in an hour, knowing that I shouldnt do it. Something just didn't feel right. Just as I was about to pull out of the driveway, still with the little voice in my head that said "dont go" I got a call back saying something had happened and not to come. I knew something was not right about going, should have listened. And by the way, it wasn't bad or anything, I just had the feeling I shouldn't go. And I was right.
We refer to it as a 'noid voice (as in paranoid). In the spring of 1996, the snow was melting (we got hammered bad that year) and our pond hit flood stage. DH had a 'noid voice tell him to lock the horses up, but he didn't do it. That night my horses were acting spooked when I went to check on them, and my heart dropped when I noticed one missing. One missing horse is never a good thing. I started searching the pasture, then walked over to the pond that had frozen over again. There was a hole in the ice... the next day I had to crawl out on the ice to tie a rope so that when it thawed a bit we could drag the horse out.
Yes, I listen to those gut feelings; they are hard ignore and remain vivid in my memories. I got out of my truck to open the gate, and as I touched the gate an almost overwhelming feeling of dread/sadness hit me. Had to take a few deep breaths, went to check on family, everyone was OK. Later that night we got the call that my uncle (Mother's only sibling) had died of an "apparent" heart attack.
Came home from work (DH not home yet) and as I stepped onto the deck to go in the back door, the knowledge that someone- and not a nice someone- had been there recently hit me like a physical presence. No proof of this. The dog and cats wouldn't tell me anything.
Not exactly the same as a feeling, but our neighbor and I met on the road in our pickups and exchanged waves (yes, that's still done here). As I glanced at him I thought, "What an odd golden glow the sun has around Mr. ------". He died in his recliner the next day. And yes, that dear man would have had a golden aura.
Took DM, DD, and 2 DGS to stay in a B&B in the Hill Country. One grandson and I stayed in a room that had been added in recent years. When we were going to sleep, I got the strong feeling YOU ARE NOT WANTED HERE. What can a granny do? I prayed and put my hand on DGS and went to sleep. Later, walking on the property we came upon a tombstone with the same last name of the owners- a young man who had died in his 20's. Before we left, the owners told us that the part of the house I stayed in was added for their son. The man said, "We had to burn him out" and the wife just looked away. Yikes! Never said anything to my family. But, I guess that's closer to a ghost story.
Goodness, this was going to be a short reply and turned into a book. It's my opinion that people who love animals and the land are more aware of the senses that God gave us and we are willing to listen.
the worst case of gut feeling and being an idiot who didn't listen was the year after my mini-strokes. I woke up one morning not quite feeling right. Nothing hurt, just a hinky feeling that I should call in. Not my style. I rolled out of bed anyways and was on the road to work by 4:30am. I got about 3 miles down the road and hit a deer going 65 miles an hour. I was driving a Chevy Tracker. Stopped it dead in its tracks... I re-broke my ribs (long story, injured at work) when I bounced of the steering column, air bang smacked me split second later and I went sideways as my seat belt broke free. Well other than 2 more broken ribs I was fine.
Police and father met me on the side of the road. I was barely able to breath, but dad had me propped up. Cop was about to leave when I asked him if He'd put the Doe down that I hit. I knew I broke her back and her hind end was paralyzed by the way she crawled into the brush. Cop told me he didn't see any deer, just hair on my grill. I directed him towards the ditch to where I could hear her gasping for breath. Dad held the branches back so we could put her down. Somehow me and dad got her carcass into the back of the tracker and back home to hang up. My car is pretty much totaled at this point.
Fast forward an hour or two. I had took a Flexerol I had from previous rib incident and was feeling alright. Took the wifes car to work. I was 3 hours late for work, ended up being chewed out by supervisor and plant manager (who I called right before 911 and my dad) until I pointed out I still had blood all over my pant legs and socks, inside my shoes etc. I guess blood gave it cred?!?!?! Anyways the wife calls me around 11:30ish (last break) and is sobbing. Her grandma had an aneurysm and had about 2 hours left to live. I took our only other car.. I called my dad who had both him and mom drive separate cars out to our house. He gave her his car to use, took our kids back to his place and off she went. I'm trying like hell to get out of work, and the boss isn't buying it.
Guess he did when he saw the copy of the death certificate I brought in as proof of needing to take some bereavement time.
That was about the worst week and a half of my entire life. I was recovering from a couple health issues, ignored my better judgment and got hurt again and the wife was 10 minutes too late to say good bye to her grandma before she passed.