story is about a friend's grandson when he was three
years old. His grandmother (who was like an auntie to
me) and grandfather were driving along a road in California,
where they lived. They happened to pass by a cemetery
where there were several men working with equipment
to open a new grave.
they were driving by, the little one said, "When
I was an old man, I used to do that with a shovel for
my job." His grandfather was startled, as was his
grandmother, and he had to stop the car by pulling into
a layby near by.
questioned the boy ever so gently, asking him how he
knew this. He responded something to the effect that
it was what he knows he did, because he "'membered"
it." He also had memories of his wife and of the
fact that he had grown children when he did this job.
is now in high school and doesn't remember this event
any longer, but his grandparents do. This incident seemed
to cement their already long standing belief in reincarnation.
Posted July 3, 2004