Father Learns That His Daughter Can Predict the Future
Here’s a story about a father who gets terrified by her little daughter’s psychic ability only to feel a bittersweet relief.
This father told her three-year-old daughter a story as he put her to sleep.
As they ended their story time, the little girl said a prayer. “God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy, God bless Grandma and good-bye grandpa,” she prayed.
The father was confused by the last part of the girl’s prayer. “Why did you say good-bye Grandpa?” he asked.
The little girl said, "I don't know daddy, it just seemed like the thing to do."
The next day, the grandfather died. The father thought it was a strange coincidence.
A few months later, the father put the girl to bed and listened to her prayers. “God bless Mommy, God Bless Daddy and good-bye Grandma,” she prayed.
The father tried to ignore the last part of the prayer. But the next day, the grandmother died.
"Holy crap!" thought the father. “This kid is in contact with the other side!"
Several weeks later, when the girl was going to bed, the father heard her say during her nightly prayer, "God bless Mommy and good-bye Daddy."
Thinking about the little girl’s previous prayers and the deaths of her grandfather and grandmother, the father was shocked and horrified.
He couldn't sleep all night. He got up at the crack of dawn went to his office.
He was nervous as a cat all day, keeping watch of the clock. He figured if he could get by until midnight he would be okay.
He felt safe in the office, so instead of going home at the end of the day he stayed there, drinking coffee, looking at his watch and jumping at every sound. When midnight arrived, he breathed a sigh of relief and went home.
When he got home, his wife said, "I've never seen you work so late. What's the matter?"
He said, "I don't want to talk about it, I've just spent the worst day of my life."
She said, "You think you had a bad day, you'll never believe what happened to me. This morning my boss died in the middle of a meeting!"
What a hilarious twist, isn’t it?