On Nov 29, 1999 my son was born in a Toronto area hospital (webmaster's note: please note that for the comfort of staff, and patients the majority of our hospital reports will not include the exact location, but we do keep these within our private files). After his birth (he wasn't breathing for more than 5 minutes) and after his recovery we were put in a private room - not much larger than a broom closet with very noisy drain pipes and a rattling radiator. At about 3 am (I don't know how I know this because I didn't have a watch on and the room was dark) I was woken from my sleep. I was sleeping in a single size bed with my arms around my son, trying to make sure he didn't fall out of the small bed. There was a spirit at the end of my bed, he was small framed, man in his late 40's, early 50's, wearing a brownish herringbone tweed jacket and tweed fedora. He was communicating with me without speaking and said he was sent there to give me a message. Then I noticed that other spirits started gathering around him and they were bedraggled and haggard looking and busying themselves with murmuring and whispers. He told me my son was given to me, that I was chosen to be his parent, that he was special. Then he and the group of hospital ghosts were gone and I immediately fell back asleep even though I was resisting and attempting to ask questions with my mind.