My Story #96 -- Beginning A New Life

 

My Story #96

Beginning A New Life

Pastor Ronnie Wolfe

I was 17 years old, and I had just graduated from high school. I had already been approached about attending a business school in Lexington, Kentucky, but my mind was not on going to school but having a little vacation from school. I had gone to my uncle and aunt’s house to spend some time, when my mother called me and told me that, if I were going to go to school in Lexington, I had to be in Lexington the next day. So, I told her I would go (nervously). My parents came to get me, and the next day we traveled to Lexington to get acquainted with my school, my place to stay, and a place to eat meals.

When we got to Lexington, I might as well had been in New York City. Lexington was a giant city to this country boy. I was introduced to the place and people necessary, and then my parents drove off to go home and left me standing on the sidewalk in front of the house where I was to sleep. They said they could not see me for two weeks.

Can you imagine a boy of 17 being left in a big city alone, knowing almost no one, and already getting homesick for the country? Well, that’s what they did to me. I noticed a young boy about 12 years old across the street working on my bicycle. I walked across the street and introduced myself. His name was Jimmy. I asked him if he would let me help him fix his bike, and he said he would appreciate it. I had worked on bikes a few times, so I was a pretty good help. I got to know the family through Jimmy, and we became friends. This started the rest of my life after high school.

-->To be continued<--

 

My Story #95 -- Fun Meetings

 

My Story #95

Fun Meetings

Pastor Ronnie Wolfe

Friday afternoon was enjoyable, as I met with some of my grandchildren at my office. My great granddaughter is about 18 month old, but she would have very little to do with me; however, I did enjoy being together with them and seeing the granddaughter get used to space around her and walk around looking at everything.

Saturday mid-afternoon was spent with my son’s family as they had a celebration for my birthday on the 23^rd and for my grandson, who will be leaving soon to go as a soldier to Syria after some more training in Texas.

My Story #94 -- Ghost In Church Building?

 

My Story #94

Ghost In Church Building?

Pastor Ronnie Wolfe

One evening late I was working in the recording room at church. I don’t remember what I was trying to accomplish, but I remember that I needed an empty cassette tape to do whatever it was.

I reached into the box of new tapes we had just bought; and, just to be sure, I put the tape into the tape player and turned it on PLAY. In a few seconds I heard the most confusing sound I ever heard. Remember, it is late at night, and I am in the building alone. The sound seemed to be someone speaking in another language, but it was even more confused than that.

I looked around to see if anyone else was in the building, thinking that someone may be playing a joke on me through a microphone. I turned off the tape, and the sound stopped. I turned it on again, and the sound came back. I had heard some weird stories about demons, so I wondered for a few seconds whether it could be a demon.

However, when I got my mind settled, I realized that I had heard the sound before. I heard it while listening to a tape that a man had in his study of demons. It was a tape that was played backward. Then I realized that the tape company had sent me some tapes that were already used. Perhaps they tried to erase them with a bulk erase and did not get all the sound off the tapes.  We did not purchase tapes from them anymore.

Now, I do not believe in ghosts, but I do believe in demons; but this was no demon. It was just a tape loaded backwards in a cassette—someone preaching backward.

That was some experience!

My Story #93 -- My Little Smart Doctor

 

My Little Smart Doctor

Pastor Ronnie Wolfe

On Sunday my 11-year-old grandson and I usually go to some restaurant to eat; so Sunday we went to Skyline Chili to eat. We were sitting there talking about everything imaginable, and I mentioned something about a brain tumor.

He said to me, “Well, they are not really too bad if they do not metastasize. Then they can move around and attach themselves to bones and other things in the body. Then they are really difficult to treat.”

I didn’t say it, but I thought it: “You little smart aleck! Just shut your mouth.”