Micah lived in England for two years in the early 90's, when he was about 20. He didn't have a phone, and there were no cellphones or e-mail (sounds like a different century!) Weekly letters were our only mode of communication. However, every few months our phone would ring with his unexpected but welcome voice on the other end. If he happened to pass a phone box and he had 50 pence in his pocket he'd drop in the coin and call us just to let us know he was alive. The call would end when the money ran out, usually before we could even respond.
One night the phone rang a little after two a.m. Calls in the middle of the night are always startling and upsetting, so my heart was pounding when I answered. "Mom! I just witnessed a murder, but I don't want you to worry!" Click. There was no way to call him back and find out any details. Was he in danger? Had the murderer seen him? Did he need help? Where was he?
We didn't get the explanatory letter until ten frantic days later. A man had beaten his wife to death on the sidewalk outside the flat. Micah saw it through the window, and ended up calming the man down, and calling the police. Eventually he even had to testify in court about it. But, luckily, his phone call saved me from ANY worry....yeah, right!
Have you ever had a phone call that scared your socks off?