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Tell HN: Happy Resurrection Sunday

58 points by peterburkimsher ↗ HN
Happy Easter, or "Resurrection Sunday"!

Would anybody like to share a story of something dead becoming alive again?

That could be economic (business exiting liquidation), a personal story, technology (old computers being repaired), scientific... surprise us! :-)

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exolymph
Where do you live that it's Easter already?!

You can add my own faith to the list of things God has revived :)

kengor
Don't know where the original poster lived but here in the south island of New Zealand it's been Easter for over thirteen hours. We live in the future.
devilbunny
Maybe a joke about how Orthodox Easter is next Sunday?
p0d
Same here. I was at a party 35 years ago in my late teens. One of my friends, a little drunk, told us all at the party he had become a Christian. Not exactly the state a Christian should find himself in but my friend was just learning. None of my family, or friend's families went to church. As I slept on a sofa in this random house party I said, "Jesus, if you are out there, come into my life. Jesus gave me new life that night. I was going to write here about all the journeys my faith has brought me on over the past 35 years but this seems a bit shallow. The resurrection of Jesus has been changing lives for thousands of years and will continue to do so. Happy Easter.
exolymph
Beautiful testimony, thank you for sharing! God bless and happy Easter to you too.
oskapt
We lived on a farm with two colonies of boring brown rabbits. We had lived there for years and never seen anything other than boring brown rabbits. At the time we had a black cat, and he died of old age. We buried him in the orchard where one colony of rabbits lived. Less than two weeks later there was a single full grown black rabbit in that colony.

I stopped hunting those rabbits and would just watch him through binoculars. He even hopped differently, with a weird leg twitch that was similar to the way that my cat would kick his back legs when he would start to run.

I want to say that of course my dead cat could never become a rabbit, but it was eerie. I enjoyed watching him for the remaining year that we lived there, and he sired a whole wave of charcoal rabbits.

drakonka
What a nice story, thank you for sharing.
drakonka
When my cat was six months old he was very sick with a persistent urinary blockage. I'll say right away that he did not really die, in case someone reads this and is then disappointed that this is not a _literal_ resurrection story. But it felt like that to me.

After a month in and out of hospitals, the vets said there was nothing more they could do and that I had to put him down. I didn't want him to die in the hospital, so they let me take him home under the strict condition that I had a home vet scheduled to put him to sleep no more than 24 hours later.

On the way back with him on the train, an older woman sat next to me and asked me what was wrong. I told her, and she asked if it was OK to touch him. She reached into the carrier and stroked his head for a while. We ended up getting off at the same stop. As we were going our separate ways, she said "It's up to him now. Just take that cone off when you get home."

He had a large plastic cone on his head from his last (seemingly failed) surgery. I took it off when we got to the apartment and spent the night just petting him, keeping him comfortable, watching to make sure he didn't rip out his stitches, and preparing for him to not be there anymore. I tried really hard to stay happy and not cry because I knew he'd sense it, but I'm pretty sure he sensed how distraught I was anyway. He was alive, but everything seemed so certain that to me it was more like he was closer to not here than here. I guess the whole month I just couldn't fathom _something_ not working to make him better, but that night it suddenly hit and all at once it was as if he was already gone.

The next morning, a couple of hours before the vet was due to come and put him to sleep, as a last ditch effort I put him into his litter box. And for the first time in an entire month, he peed on his own. I actually could not believe it until I scooped up the pee clumps and was staring at them. The vets said nothing worked, and that there was no way he'd live, but he just squatted and peed.

I was so scared and loopy at that point that I actually _kept_ the pee clumps as proof in case the vets would not believe me (you know, sometimes owners just can't let their pet go and vets get concerned that the pet is suffering at home). In fact, the vets _didn't_ believe me and had me take him to the nearest animal hospital to get an ultrasound so that they can get proof that his bladder was not full. I went in there with the cat and a bag of pee clumps as evidence.

That was not the end of the ordeal - it took months (if not over a year...the whole time period is a blur) of medication, vets, and pee training for his bladder to regain its function. But that night/morning to me has always felt like someone that was as good as gone came back to life.