Back in January, a man came on the tour with one of those stories
that leaves me bawling. His daughter died at 3 and his son has serious birth
defects; he cannot walk or talk. The man said that the daughter hangs out with
her brother. She would be 26 today, and her brother is 21. One day the man and
his son came home from lunch at McDonald's. He had to use the bathroom, so he
wheeled his son into the house, locked the wheels, and ran to the bathroom.
While he was in there, he heard the toy piano playing. It was in the closed toy
box. Naturally he figured it was his deceased daughter, "Natalie, I know
you want your brother out, but give me a minute" the playing continued. He
said it again, and again the playing continued. This wasn't like her. He said,
"Hit the key once for yes and twice for no--Are you Natalie?"
Two hits.
"Are you someone else?"
One
hit.
"Are you with her"
One hit.
He said, "Okay, you can stay,
so long as you are nice to my son and protect him."
When the man came out
of the bathroom, he fished the piano out of the toy box and turned it off.
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