As the great catcher turns 90, an online petition to the White House seeks the
Presidential Medal of Freedom for Yogi Berra.
On
the day that Elvis Presley died, an astonishing and mysterious
phenomenon occurred shortly after his passing.
Part
One: Yogi.Yogi Berra Celebrates 90th Birthday. Here's a news article from the big day itself:
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And finally....
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to sign the online White House petition seeking Presidential Medal of
Freedom for Yogi Berra.
Part Two: Elvis.
Dick Grob, who was in charge of the
security detail that protected Presley, received an urgent phone call
on the hot summer afternoon of August 16, 1977. The brief call to
his home alerted Grob to the frightening news that Elvis was being
taken to the hospital by ambulance in serious condition. Grob continues:
“Thoughts continued to race through
my mind as I tried to assess the situation, Elvis was not at
Graceland but en route to the hospital, so he must be “damaged.”
It was becoming clear, I at least needed to go there first. That way
I could assess the situation. If Elvis was going to be admitted,
things would be handled as they were when he had entered the hospital
before.
“As I raced at speeds up to 100 mph
toward Baptist Hospital, only slowing for red lights and then
speeding through them, I was mentally running through the thousands
of different possible scenarios. I was still trying to fathom what
might have happened. Not once did it occur to me that Elvis would be
dead, that he had died at Graceland sometime before. Not once did
this worst of all possible disasters pass before my eyes.
“Even with the air conditioning
pouring out full blast I was already dripping wet with perspiration.
Suddenly I felt a sudden and very different cold come over me. It
wasn't like the cold one receives from an over-productive air
conditioning system. This was an eerie unexplainable frostiness . .
.
“Beside the chill, something else
happened. I saw no visions, heard no words booming out loud to me
from above, nothing like that, but I had a feeling, a mental thought.
Through my mind passed a very clear meaningful message. It was more
than my own thought, for I had been thinking any number of things but
not anything close to this. It was as if someone were talking to me,
telling me something, communicating with me. There
was no sound. Whatever it was, was inside my head, in my mind. The
clear, mental voice that I sensed, said: “Dick,
slow down, it's over, there is nothing you can do now, don't kill
yourself or anyone else because it is too late and there will be
plenty of work to do.”
“Little
did I realize then, how true that voice and its meaning was to be in
the days ahead. I immediately slowed to the speed limit, below the
limit. It's funny, as I look back on that drive now, I can recall
the instant when I mentally felt and heard that voice. I still get
shivers from it. This was a voice without a body, a voice without a
tone, a voice without a face, yet there is no doubt in my mind who
was conversing with me mentally. An immediate calm came over me and
all the negative thoughts stopped passing through my mind at once. My
mind was no longer cluttered with different disasters . . . My
mission had dramatically changed. Deep in my mind I knew Elvis would
perform no more for mortal man. His next performance would be backed
by a band of heavenly angels. Somehow, I knew exactly what I would
find when I reached the hospital, and that my entire reason for being
would dramatically change in the next few minutes.”
Excerpted, condensed and edited from pp. 195-200.
The Elvis Conspiracy? by Richard H. Grob, Fox Reflections
Publishing, 1979. Info on this book Here.
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