Passions

As we all know and have, we all have talents and passions. Since I was a kid, I always had this passion for music, and when I say Passion, I mean with a capital P, Passion. Since a little boy, my dad was my "hero". He had the best jobs in the world. Yes I said jobs. The week, he was like I said earlier, an international 18 wheeler truck driver and the weekend, he was a singer for a band. He played saxophone. He was having a show the Fridays, Saturdays and sometimes Sundays. He was very well knows and respected in the whole Northern France. Actually, we never knew until he passed away that he won the price of best singer in France in 1963, 64 and 65. He won that three years in a row and went on national tv. For me, it was HUGE and I was so proud. He never told us about that...we all have a picture of him under a huge light but always thought it was a light from his concerts but that was from the tv. My parents got divorced when I was 5 years old. I didn't really understand why they did, I was way to young. But each time that my dad was doing a concert in my new town, I wanted to see him, see him singing and with his band. But when he was doing those shows, it was late at night and I had school. So I was supposed to go to bed early for school, even asking my mom if I could go see him, I knew her answer..."no it's to late, you got school." I was really sad to not see him plus I was seeing him just twice a month. But it didn't stop me there. My room was pretty low from the "outside" so I ran to see him. I was so proud when I was seeing him singing and playing. He was my dad...you know the look that a little boy or girl when she or he admire her or his dad...that's what was in my eyes, if you know what I mean. So since that age, I wanted to be like him, to be a musician. The music grew in my blood since that young age. During the years, my dad always told me that I should learn music, that I should go to school and take music classes. At the age of 15, when we decide where to go to school, and learn a career, I told my mom that I wanted to go to music school. She told me no, that there was nothing good at the end of it. What would I be ? A music teacher ? I told her that is what I really want to do and telling me that I would only be a music teacher. And I knew that I wouldn't change her mind so I had to forget about it. I was sad cause music was like my life, and my dream. So I just did what she wanted me to be...an accountant. I got my degree in accounting twenty years ago...and now do I use it...not really and I never really liked maths. That wasn't my thing. My thing was music. My brother started to play the drums on his own when he was 15. I never thought that was fair that he could learn drums and music but not me. But I didn't give up. I asked my brother to teach me to play...but he moved out when he was 16. It was getting harder and harder to figure out what to do with my life. I am still wandering cause music is still my dream.

When I moved to the US almost 11 years ago, I meant a guy named Jeremy. He was a singer and a guitar player. We became friends and he showed me what he wrote in music. I really loved it. That was very beautiful. I asked him if he had a band but he said that he had one but they separated but still had a bass player to jam with. After telling him that I used to play the drums when I was in France, he really wanted to hear me play. The problem was I didn't have a drum set. So he had this idea to go to his old high school and see what happen. I was a kind of worried that we would be in trouble with the school, but we did. As soon as I played along his songs, he was like jumping everywhere telling me that was exactly what he wanted. So we started to go to that school and play but I really felt bad of doing that. So I told him that I can't go there again. I needed to find a way to buy my own drum set. The thing was I knew how much cost a drum kit and it cost a lot. I didn't know how and where to find that money. One weekend, I just fasted and prayed for help and guidance to find that money. I had a job but I knew it wouldn't be enough for me to save that amount for a drums because of my rent and other expenses. After my fast and prayers, I waited a little bit longer and listened. I suddenly felt, that I would find a drum set for free. I was like wow...where that come from ? lol...but hey I knew everything is possible for Heavenly Father so I started to believe it. A few days later, nothing but still had faith that I would find one for free. I didn't say anything to anyone.I didn't want the people to think I was nuts. Weeks passed and still nothing. One day, I was a Jeremy's parents, and he introduced me to his grandma. She was so sweet and very kind to me. At a certain point, she asked Jeremy to go out and to let us talk for a bit. She was telling me about her testimony and that I reminded her her husband. Then she asked me about my conversion, how I met the LDS church. I told her and she said that I have an incredible faith and love for our Savior Jesus Christ. Both of us cried...that moment was very touching. I felt that I found a new grandman...;)

A few days later, I answered the phone and it was her on the phone. She was wondering if I could help her to move some boxes. I agreed but didn't understand why she didn't ask Jeremy to do it. When I got there, I helped moving boxes and the two last ones, she said they were mine. I didn't understand that one either. I looked at her and asked her what she meant. She just said again they were mine. I looked at the boxes and saw DW on them. I started to have tears. DW is a brand of drum set. I looked at her and said what was that for. She said, I saved some money for a long time and always felt that would to do something good one day. I couldn't say a word. The only thing I said was I couldn't accept it...how would I pay her back. She just said back to me..."It is from Heavenly Father, He told me to buy you those." I told her that one day, a few weeks ago, I fasted and prayed to find a way to buy a drumset and I felt I would have one for free. And I didn't say anything to anyone. I didn't want anyone to say I was a fool. She just looked at me with a few tears saying "Well He answered your prayer".
Jeremy and I played for a long time but never done anything seriously in music. Now 6 years later, I am married and my wife is a lead singer and an amazing song writer, an amazing singer and composer. I love working with her. Her music is very inspiring and very....perfect. We have been working on a cd for a while now and hoping to be done soon, hopefully this summer. She think that I am an amazing drummer but I don't think I am that great, I think I am okay but want to be way better. In the beginning I started to play on that kind of drums...





Now with Kristin, little by little, well now but in the beginning we had to buy a big parts of the drums, I have that parts...and it is NOT done...I mean adding...





Heavenly Father really works in mysterious ways. He touched that old lady's heart to buy me those drums and now He led me to Kistin to become her drummer...so now what's next ??? We both want to be musicians and have a goal we want to achieve, not for the celebrity things but we want to do something as musicians, we want to accomplish something good with it. God gave us talents, He gave those to us for a reason. So we need to learn to use those talents, to do something good with them and not bury them. My passion is music, that is what makes me happy...should I pursue it or stay in my job ? There is one who knows, but I hope with all my heart that I will, we will accomplish what we want to do in this life.

I dreamed a dream

I remember when I was a kid, my dad used to tell me to not cry that men don't cry, it was just women who cry. I always tried to impressed him by not crying even when I was all alone and needed to cry. I really wanted to be a man. My dad used to be an 18 wheeler truck driver. I went with him everywhere in Europe. It was so fun. I loved it. I remember when he was waking me up at 1 or 2am to leave for a different country, the second after I was awake and ready to go. Usually, you know as a kid, when it's time for school or do your chores, you stay a bit longer in bed. It's warmer and comfy. But when I was going with him in his truck, I was up very fast. He was so funny with me. A soon as we were driving, within a few minutes, it was really hard to keep my eyes open. He was looking at me with a smile, and telling me to go to bed. He prepared the bed the night before we left for me. He knew I would quickly fall asleep in his truck. And it was so comfy, and rocking me. Cause those kind of trucks have several suspension. The first of course are from the wheels, the second was the cab and the last the bed...it was really awesome. I really loved going with my dad in his truck. I saw a lot of different countries, such as Germany, Luxembourg, Italy and more. But one thing about my dad, he just talked French and no other languages. He pretended that he knew German but his German was terrible, even the Germans didn't understand him...(sorry dad :) So when I was with him, he was making me talking to the German about what he was bringing or taking in his trailer.
That was what he was driving. I am 6'1" and I can easily stand up without bending over in the cab. Someone who would be 7' tall can stand in it.





Anyway, back to the story of my dad. Remember, he didn't speak any other languages beside French and his what made up of German. Before he died, he asked me in his room. We talked a bit about me and him. And he asked me if I remembered that day I was with him in Germany where he told me that men don't cry. So I said yes I do. Then he asked me what else did he say. So I told him that one day when I would be like him I would drive an American 18 wheeler but not in France but the USA. He just said YEP...he was quiet for a bit and just looked at me and said.

- Well, I am going to tell you two things. First, when you want to laugh...what do you do ? Laugh correct ?


I said yes...

HIM : Well, cry is a feeling, if you want to cry, than cry, let it go. It's the same thing as laughing just in a different way to show your feelings. So men can cry if they need to. Then about the desire of yours about living in the US. I think you should give it a try. There is one way to find out if it's good for you or wrong, it's to try it. If you are wrong, you come back and you will at least know it. And if you are right then you know too...You got to listen to your heart Bertrand...it's the only place where you can find any answers to your questions. Then about that Mormon church...what do you think about that ?

Me : Dad, you know that each time I bring it on, everybody is mad at me and start arguing but if you want me to tell you, you always told me to never lie and deny what I know which is true...well I cant deny that one...sorry.

Dad : Well do what you have to do...

The next day, he passed away.

Six months later, I was living in Salt Lake City. Talked to my new bishop and explained my situation. A few months down the road, I did the work in the temple for my dad. Everything was done, baptized and all the rest. Three months after all of this, in the middle of the night, I had a dream about my dad. My dad started to speak to me in English. Me, very surprised that he was talking to me in English and not French said :

Me : Dad !!! You speak English now ???

Dad : For what you have just done for me, I can talk any languages I want...thank you Bertrand...

I woke up right after that. I knew that my dad accepted it...The Spirit really talked to us in very different ways...me it was a dream.

Love you dad.

Once upon a time...

When I was a little boy, I love going to the woods. I had a friend of mine, we had a tree house and we really enjoyed going there. We spent our entire days in the woods. I knew the woods by heart. You could put me anywhere, I would have found my way back home. We were walking kilometers there. When it was the season, we were going to pick up mushrooms...I don't really know the name of them but I knew the kind that were good to eat and not dangerous to us. Another thing I liked to do when I was a kid. I loved looking at animals and really study them.

When I was 8 years old, I remember, my French teacher gave us some home work to do. He told us to study our pet and make a sort of speech. I really liked it and I thought it would be so fun. At that time, we had two cats and one dog. The dog, belongs to my mom, one of the cat was to my step father and I had my own cat. Her name was Caline, which means something like Huggess cause she loves to snuggle with me ;) Anyway, I started to study my cat and I told my mom about. When it came to eat dinner, or to go to bed, I kept telling my mom, I am doing my home work and the thing she kept seeing was me having fun with my cat. She had a hard time believing that. At one point, she grounded me for not listening to her, but I kept telling her : "Mom I am doing my home work..." but nothing stopped me to study Caline. I watched how she ate, drank, slept and washed herself and so forth. A few days later, in class, our French teacher asked us how did the home work about our pet. I was the only one to raise my hand. The teacher was furious but not at me...I took my paper, read it and asked me if I wanted to read it. I accepted it and read it. I was so pleased to talk about my Caline. At the end of it, he gave me three A's. I was very happy that day. At the end of the class, my teacher went to see my mom and told her that he was very impressed about my home wok and impressed that how I wrote it...My mom looked at him with a strange look, wondering what he was talking about. So she said him " I am sorry, but I don't know what you are talking about...what home work?" So my teacher told him the pet home work...my mom was "shocked" and was very surprised and said " So he wasn't lying, he wasn't looking for an excuse to stay up late ???" My teacher told her no..that was a home work that he requested and that I was the only one who has done it. I was very proud after that.

I love animals...a lot, but when earlier in my age, I think I was around 4 or 5, I was playing in the back of our apartment building. There was a huge field where my best friend and I were always playing. I saw some beautiful caterpillars. They were magnificent. I grabbed one, two, three, and four and reached a quite a big number...but a few minutes later, I started to feel pain in my hands. I looked at them and saw that they were huge and very red. The pain became intense and more painful. I ran home and was crying. My mom asked me what happened and showed her my hands. She was shocked to see how huge my hands were...she took me to the doctor. He asked me what I did and I told him that I played with bugs...but I couldn't say the word caterpillar, I didn't know what it was...so I described it. We looked at pictures on a dictionary until we found it.




After we found it, he gave me the antidote and I was fine after a few days. I realized one thing that day, it's not because an animal is beautiful that it is not dangerous. But I can tell you another thing...it didn't stop me looking, grabbing and BRINGING home bugs...my mom was always mad at me doing that. I brought her lizards, snakes (and she is very afraid of snakes), pigeons, birds, rabbits and chicken...yes I said chicken. And they were all alive...but don't worry, I stopped doing that, I am done bringing animals at home...I am the only animal at home now lol....

From home remodeling to a pool guy.

As most of you know, when I was in France I was a fireman and worked for a grocery store. But when I moved to the US, I didn't know exactly what I was going to do for living. But I trusted in those feelings that I received each time I was thinking of moving to the US or not. Of course those feelings were to go and that everything would be fine.

When I started to work as a home remodeler, I didn't know anything about it. I just started to work for a guy who knew me and was looking for someone honest, and who he can totally trust. When he found out I was looking for a job, he told one of my friends to tell me to give him a call. The next day, I started to work for him, but I had no clue on how to do that job. But with him, I just did painting and some baseboards. I fixed two homes with him. When we finished them, I saw that he was a kind of "stressed". So I asked him if everything was okay. He said that he was kind of worried cause he didn't have anymore work and he didn't want to leave me without work. So I told him, to not worry. I said that I knew he was LDS but not active, and he knew I was LDS as well but active in the church. Then I explained something to him. I said that I know that I would be fine and that either he would sale the that house or I would get another job quick.

The next day, when he came to pick me up to do some cleaning, one of his friend stopped by to look at the house. Just to see how it looked after the remodeling being done. His friend which I am gonna call Trevor, said that he just bought a fixer upper and that he needed help and if he knew someone he could trust and of course would be honest. Rich (the guy I was working for) introduced me to Trevor and said that would be the guy he needed. I started to work for Trevor the next day. When Rich took me home. I looked at him and said..."See what did I say yesterday ? I told you I would be fine that Heavenly Father would help me...I got another job."

The next day, Trevor came to pick me and trained me on the entire job such as tiling, painting, basement, sheet rock, texturing so basically, the entire remodeling thing. Now luckily and I am very thankful to him, I know everything on what and how to do that. I worked on several houses for Trevor and later on Trevor was just letting me doing the entire job on my own without him being there. He was just telling me what he wanted and I was doing the job. I did the home remodeling thing for about 5 years. I even went to California to fix a house.

Then when I met Kristin, I moved to Arizona. I was thinking of doing the same thing but the thing was, I was not known...so I decided to start to look for a job in that category. I looked on line and sent my resume to several businesses. I got some responses. I had some appointments, but each time I was having a feeling to not take that job. And the other thing was I realized that I knew more than a few that I met. And I was really underpaid. But when I was talking to Kristin, I was not thinking of not taking the job because I knew more than them or because the pay wasn't great, it's just the feelings that I had. I always felt to not take any of them. Luckily Kristin was supporting me. She never complained about me not taking those offers. And at that time, we were in deep financial troubles...we were loosing the apartment.

In our ward, we had a couple of friends and he was in the pool business. He was telling me how much he was making per pools. I was like wow..that is pretty nice...I am sure I can do that. He talked to his boss and his boss talked to me and referred me to one of his friends, his name is Gary. Gary hired me instantly. He trained me and now I am on my own....

But when I really think about all of that. Since I started to work. The longest I have been jobless was one month. I never had a hard time to find a job and when I was in Arizona, the feelings that I had, was from above to not take any jobs on the construction business. He knew what would happen right now with the economy. I am very glad that I did follow those promptings. When I see or hear those who are in that business, I mean the construction field, they lost their jobs and cant find one. Heavenly Father led me to where I am now and I am very thankful for that. I still have my business and I am getting more business even with this economy that is hitting most of the people in the country...

When we do what is right and what we suppose to do, He won't let us down. Usually we are the first one to let Him down but He doesn't. So lets do what is right and what we are suppose to do

Example of my book

Okay, as most of you, I wrote a book, well I should say, I wrote an autobiographic book. I wrote for a few reasons. The first one is that I always wanted to write a book or books, I don't know if I will write more but who knows what is in store. The second is that I wrote it to show that there is a God and that Jesus Christ is His beloved Son. And the last one, if I wrote it to show people there is a God well the last one is by showing that if there is a God, we can all hope and of course have faith. But if we have faith, we automatically have hope.

When I was a kid, I was raised catholic but there were a few things that I intriguing me and that I was wondering about it. I believed in God and Jesus Christ but some things from the catholic church wasn't making any sense to me. At the age of 12, I was talking with my mom about those questions and I told her that I would like to work for God. Her answer was to become a catholic priest. I told my mom that I couldn't do that. So she asked me why. So I told her that I want a family too so I am a priest, I cant have a family. So I told her my problems. After telling her what I was wondering, she just told me the only way you can find your answers was to read the Bible. So I did. I read twice cover to cover at the age of 11 and 12. I have to admit, that I didn't understand very much but, I understood the principal. In the catholic church at the age of 12, there is a ceremony that every kids do, it's the faith communion...but before that we have to go to a sort of class once a week. It's called cathechism. I don't really know what is the word in English. But when I had that class, I was taught by a catholic sister and a priest. I had so many questions to ask but at my age, I was a kind of very shy and I didn't want to be rude or anything. But those questions were not leaving my mind. In the middle of a class, I suddenly asked : "How God looks like ?" and the sister looked at me asked me what did I say so I repeated my question. Her answer was "If you would see God, you would run away because He is so tall." I was like "WOW". Then I said to her "Well if I read the Bible in the chapter of Genesis, it says here that God created man at His own image and why would I run away from someone who said that He loves us so much that He gave His Beloved Son in sacrifice for us. I didn't give much time to answer after saying that I asked my second question which was. "Why are you not married ? " At that time the priest didn't leave much time to the sister to answer that one. He replied by saying that they were married with Jesus. I was very surprised by his answer. I looked at him and said that if he knew what God told Adam when Eve was created. I didn't give him time to answer, I just said it. "God said to Adam and Eve to multiply themselves. So that is to have a family and you don't have one" then I asked the third question "why do they kneel down in front of statues? " His answer..."well sometimes we thank God and Mary for they did for us. And we ask them for help." I replied to him the verses from Exodus 20:4 and 5 about the statues and do not bow in front of them. Then I asked them why do you always have to say the same prayer and praying Mary. I knew she was the mother of our Savior but I wanted to pray God and in my word. So I decided to talk to Him with my own word. My forth question was about the babies, why do the baptize them at their birth and with just one drop on their front head. I answered me by "Sometimes babies dies at their birthday or don't live very long. And we can't put the full body of a baby in the water so we just drop water in their front head. I looked at him and asked him if he knew what was the baptism for. He said of course he knew it, it's for the remission of sins. So I asked him if he think a baby is perfect. He looked at me with a sarcastic smile saying of course they are. So I added "So they have no clue of what is right and what is wrong right ?" The priest "No they don't" I looked at him this time with a big smile saying "BINGO, they don't know what is right and wrong so why do you baptism them. And Jesus Christ showed us how to be baptized and it's by immersion. So why you don't do the same...why did you change that ?" The priest got really upset with me and asked me to leave the room and I should come back later when I will be calm down. On my way out, I was saying that I won't come back cause this was not the church of God.

It might be cool of what I did at that age but when I got home, I was in serious trouble. My grandmother is very very active in the catholic church and a very close friend to that priest and that sister. Basically, I was forced to apologize and go back to catholic classes and do my "little communion". I did it but for one reason. For that communion, we get presents, so I did it for that. But I never stop thinking of the experience I just had with them. I knew with the deepest of my heart....they were wrong and I kept talking to Him in my way, hoping that I would find answers to my questions.

This is an example of my book, in that book, I have written many stories that happened to me and how Heavenly Father led me to His church. I just hope you enjoyed reading it and hope it will help you in a certain way. Thanks.

Snow in Arizona ???

This past year, a week before Christmas, as usual I decorated the outside of our house. And every year, I do something different. Sometimes, I would put some deco on the top of our roof but this year, because I did it at the last minute, I put everything in our front yard. It looked great. I loved it and I really enjoy decorating our yard for Christmas. We have been living in this house now almost three years. It will be three in September. From the beginning, Kristin kept telling me that she can feel a presence in our house. She told me that she can feel it's a man's spirit. But one day, Sylvie-Faye asked Kristin who was the boy in our yard and Kristin looked and couldn't see anybody so she asked Sylvie what boy. And Sylvie said the one sitting on the wall fence. Kristin couldn't see anything. I have a hard time to believe in that because I never felt or saw anything. But hey, after what I lived in UT, I knew that could be possible. Kristin had a hard time to sleep with our door of our bedroom open cause she can feel that he is looking at us, but I cant.

But one night, after the girls in bed, I was doing my billings to my clients. Kristin was already in bed. At one point, I heard Sylvie saying papa. So I asked her what did she want. But she didn't answer so I thought that I was just me. So I let it go. But a few minutes later, I heard it again but a different voice, more younger so I thought it was this time Chloe. So I asked her what dis she want and still nothing. I knew it was my girls voices so I stood up and went to their room to see if they were playing and just having some fun. My desk was just on the other side of their bedroom's wall. When I got to their room I was very surprised because they were both deep asleep. I made sure they were not faking it. But they were really asleep. So I went back to my desk and kept doing what I was doing.

A few minutes later, I heard it again. A small childish voice of a little girl...I didn't know what to think. I finished my billings and went to bed. Now lets go back to this last Christmas. I took some pictures with my new camera. I took a dozen of pictures and some at a certain angle. They looked great and perfect but one got my attention. The lens of my camera was perfectly clean, I made sure of that. When I looked at the pictures, they were great and like I said, one was very different than the other ones. Here is the picture.



So now what do you think ? And remember I took a dozen of pictures with that same camera, and the lens was perfectly clean. So if the lens would have been dirty, the other pictures would have had the same problem...

My pay check

So after seeing the handle of the bucket going from one side to the other by itself, I was really wondering how could I finish this house quick and be done with it. I knew it was getting to a point where I couldn't hide that I was getting really annoyed by those experiences. On my way home, I kept thinking about what to do. One thing was in my mind and wasn't leaving me. It was Jay, an old roommate of mine. I knew he had a full time job and was working 50 hours a week so how could he be my answer. When I got home, I said a little prayer to be able to get some help. But one thing came to my mind, it was calling Jay. So I picked my phone up and called him :

Me : Hey, Jay this is Bert.

Jay : Hey Bertrand. How are you ? (Jay always called me by my full name, he never liked Bert)

Me : Me I am fine, what about you ?

Jay : Well I got a lot of work but you know that I am getting married so I am trying to find some extra money to help for the wedding.

Me : Really ???

Jay : Yes why ?

Me : Well, I got a house that I have to be done pretty quick...would you like to help me and I pay you 50 bucks an hour ?

Jay : Sure, what time would you like to pick me up ?

Me : How about 7pm ?

Jay : Sounds good. I'll wait for you.


So after hanging up with Jay, I was really happy cause I knew with him, the house would be done quick and good. And I thought about the feeling that I had when I was on my way home from work. I was really "inspired" to call him. Anyway, that evening, I went to pick up Jay at his place and we went to work. We was at the house pretty fast. It was around 7:15pm and it was still pretty hot. When we got to the house, I showed him around and we went to work. He started in one room and I did another room. We were talking to each other pretty loud and we were having some fun. But about two hours later, Jay came to me and asked me " Don't you think it's a kind of hot in here ?" I answered to him yes. So we went upstairs to see the thermostat and found out that it was set up on heat and it was set up at 95 degrees. Jay looked at me and said :

- Are you crazy ??? Are you trying to kill both of us ? (He said that in a funny way)

I looked at him and said that wasn't me, why would I do that ? So I said that must be either the owner or it could be a malfunction. Jay replied : "A malfunction ??? And it set up on heat ???" Well there were nothing we could do beside putting the thermostat on cool and set it up at 65, which of course we did. So we went back to work and started to joke around about it. But from my room, I knew what happened but I didn't want to say anything to Jay to freak him out or something. But I knew "he" was here. A few hours later, Jay came back to see me and said :"That AC must not be working cause it's still freaking hot." We went upstairs again and tried to figure out if we could fix that thermostat. When we got there, we found out that it was set up again on heat and at 95. Jay looked at me and said..."Are you playing with me ? Are you trying to freak me out ? Cause it's not working dude. (Of course in a sarcastic way, he wasn't serious about it. He was joking but he was wondering what was going on. So I asked him if he wondered why I am paying him 50 bucks an hour. He said no he didn't really think about. He presumed that I really needed help and be done what that house today. I explained to him everything that happened to me since I started to work on that house. He said that the second he came inside the house, he could feel something wasn't quite right in here and he felt a presence but didn't mention it. And he added, that the only thing, the entity can do is to scare me and with our fear, it makes him stronger. That I knew it. So we finished that house that same night and stayed with each other instead of being in different room. When we were done I thanked him and told him that I would pay him the next day. He was fine with it. The next morning, I called Bert and told him that I was done. He suggested me to meet him in the evening at his house around 7pm and he would give me the rest of my check and that he would go look at the house in the afternoon.

Here is the finally. When I got to his house, he asked me to follow him to his office. I sat as he asked me but my eyes caught the mail on the corner of his desk. I saw a name on it. It was Robert Van Kommen. I looked at him and said :

Me : Oh, I didn't know your name was Robert...

Bert : Oh no, my name is Bert, but my dad was Robert.

Me : Ah ok, sorry but I just saw that name on here. So where is your dad now ?

Bert : He passed away.

Me : Oh I am sorry, I didn't know. Was he living in UT as well ?

Bert : Yes, he was living in the house that you just painted and tiled.

Me : Ah ok...how long ago did he pass away ?

Bert : Almost a year ago. He got shot in the stairs.

And everything came back to my mind. When I was going down the stairs, the name Robert that I heard and the red spots on the ceiling in the stairs...everything made sense now. I knew his father's spirit was still in the house and I think he wasn't really happy about what I was doing to his house. So he was trying to kick me out and make me stop on remodeling the house. I have been told and I am pretty sure it's true, but when people fixed an old house, he might "disturbed" an old spirit who has been living in that house. And during the remodeling, that spirit shows that he or she is not happy about what we are doing to his or her place. I hope you enjoyed that story. Next time I will show you a picture of something. I took several pics of a place and every pictures were perfect but one, just one, was really strange.