It's an old family story, but it's not really that old..only abut 62 yrs, but hey...compaired to me it's old (compaired to Celtic religion it's rather young)
My grandpa Donnelly served his country in the Army in World War2. In 1941, he was stationed at Pearl Harbor. On the morning of the 7th of December John E.Donnelly got up and went to church instead of going to the DFac(dining facility to all nonmilitary). Half an hour later, the Japanese imperial navy bombed the Pearl and all the military personnel in the Dfac were killed. But not my grandpa, he went to partake in his beliefs first.
Hey, it could've been a hunch, or it could've been fate. Or it could've been God Himself saying that it wasn't his time to come home yet. I just thought this was a good familiy story to share.
Sugoi ne?
In memorium of John Eugene Donnelly Sr.
30,Aug 1918-30,Jan 1993
faith, hope and love are a few things he gave us, the greatest is love