How about a Believe it or Not stories!!

My grandfather was like a Dad to me. He passed in 2001, but the night before he passed, he reached his hands up into the air and and said, "Hi Dorothy, I'm ready, let's go home."

Everyone puzzled over who Dorothy was for a long time. No one wanted to ask my grandmother because they were scared Dorothy was an old flame or something. Finally, someone mentioned it to her... her reply?

Dorothy was his 2 year old sister who died a few months before he was born. He had never met her, but he grew up knowing that his big sister Dorothy was watching over him. And he finally got to meet her that day.

[judy]

My mother always told me that I was born with a caul, which was considered good luck. Sue sold it to a sailor because the belief was that they would never drown at sea if they had a caul.

(I just looked it up: In medieval times the appearance of a caul on a newborn baby was seen as a sign of good luck. It was considered an omen that the child was destined for greatness. Gathering the caul onto paper was considered an important tradition of childbirth: the midwife would rub a sheet of paper across the baby's head and face, pressing the material of the caul onto the paper. The caul would then be presented to the mother, to be kept as an heirloom.

Over the course of European history, a popular legend developed suggesting that possession of a baby's caul would give its bearer good luck and protect that person from death by drowning. Cauls were therefore highly prized by sailors. Medieval women often sold these cauls to sailors for large sums of money; a caul was regarded as a valuable talisman.)