Not many are privileged to know their great grans while they\u2019re living, while even fewer get to know them after they\u2019ve departed. My daughter\u2019s great grannie, Miriam Schwartz, hung on to 102, with all her marbles still intact, and still my daughter doesn\u2019t remember her. So, what\u2019s an interfering old grannie to do? Meddle from the great beyond, of course\u2014in a well meaning, chicken soup sort of way.
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\nA friend graciously agreed to share his personal story with us, today. He, who shall be nameless–not because he\u2019s Voldemort, but out of fear he may be branded a nutter–will now be known as George. <\/p>\n
So, George, if sharing with us an entry from your paranormal journal makes you crazy, then what am I? I cunningly posed. Strangely, there was no reply, which I logically assumed meant that the Uranus conjunction with Mercury yesterday, had effectively knocked out his power to communicate with me. After all, who is saner than I?<\/p>\n
If, in fact, my mental faculties are not in question, regardless of whether or not I\u2019m smarter than a fifth grader, then let\u2019s assume that what I am about to present to you are, indeed, two truthful accounts of Great Grannie visitations from the beyond. <\/p>\n
For as long as George can recall, he\u2019s known that his Irish great grandmother has been watching over him. And thank heavens\u2014pun intended\u2014for her active vigilance. Don\u2019t tell George\u2019s mom, but he has been known to fall asleep at the wheel, not of his tricycle, but his car\u2014which was moving at the time. Just as George was about to veer off the road, he was sharply awakened by Great Grannie. Other times, he was kept from crossing into other lanes to avoid an oncoming accident. <\/p>\n
So, what have we learned here, other than Miss Daisy might want to look into a driver, is not to take our great grandmas for granted, even after they\u2019ve kicked the proverbial bucket. George remembers many other close-call incidents, but I believe we\u2019ve milked this cow enough, and it\u2019s time to move on\u2014nothing personal, George. I\u2019m just not getting paid by the word.<\/p>\n
Now, on to a more important story, made so, because it involves a celebrity, and we all know that Hollywood stars are way more interesting than those who shall be nameless. This account centers on twinkle toe hottie, Maxim Cher\u2026.something. Hmmm\u2026while the research team looks that up, I\u2019ll distract you with a block quote:<\/p>\n
Doctors informed him that in time he\u2019d be lucky to walk with a cane.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Okay, it\u2019s Chmerkovskly. And don\u2019t ask me to pronounce it. Those of you who will admit to watching Dancing with the Stars<\/em> have seen Maxim in, and often out of, every conceivable type of dance wear, and still he manages to maintain his Puck, bad-boy swagger. Maxim juggles beautiful ladies and Mirror Ball trophies with such dexterity, you\u2019d think he had it so easy all his life. That\u2019s where you\u2019d be wrong.<\/p>\n
According to an epi of Celebrity Ghosts<\/em> on the Bio Channel<\/em>, when Maxim was twelve, he was in a sledding accident that ruptured his femur. Doctors informed him that in time he\u2019d be lucky to walk with a cane. His dancing career and dreams of success had ended with puberty\u2014though let\u2019s not blame puberty for this; it suffers enough bad press.<\/p>\n
Enter Great Grannie.<\/p>\n
Maxim\u2019s dance partner had an influential grandfather who sent him to a special rehab for superstar athletes. Three times a week, for two months, he reported to the room where he was assigned. Maxim recalls entering a dim-lit office while waiting on his personal trainer. To his disappointment, in walked Maria, a geriatric lady, half his height, who did nothing but bend his injured leg up to his butt, while he lay on his back.<\/p>\n
In two months, Maxim was walking\u2026and dancing. Soon, he reached the finals of his very first competition, since the accident.<\/p>\n
Maxim returned to rehab to thank Maria and was informed there was no trainer by that name; there never had been. The young female specialist who\u2019d been assigned to Maxim, confirmed that she\u2019d never once worked on him. For months, Maxim tried to find Maria, to prove her existence, but he never could.<\/p>\n
Till one day\u2026<\/p>\n
His mom showed him an old photo of his great grandmother, Maria. Bingo\u2026this was the lady!<\/p>\n
What makes the story even more interesting, is Maxim\u2019s admission that he was raised not to believe in the paranormal. Still, he can\u2019t deny the truth that it was his great grandmother, Maria, who healed him.<\/p>\n
You can catch Maxim dancing with Kirstie Alley in two weeks on Dancing with the Stars<\/em>. The show is not paying me to promote him, though it could be that Maria is spoon feeding me her chicken soup, compelling me to do so. <\/p>\n
Or\u2026maybe I\u2019m nutters. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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