First aid classes here come in two parts - First half CPR usually a break, then the rest of the first aid stuff (CPR is yearly First aid 3 years). We all use war stories to back up the training we are giving, mine was talking a bit about the day my dad passed away from a heart attack. (23 years ago now) One day, break up the class after CPR, some guy comes up to me. "Ey Trucks, what did your old man look like" "Eeeeh...." (thinking im being cold read) "A bit like you, slightly shorter, stockier, bit of a pot belly, bald patch, big red bushy beard?" "Eeeh...." still thinking im being cold read. "Yeah i dont usually talk about this stuff because people get weirded out but need to tell you, when you were talking about his heart attack he was standing next to you in like, boardshorts showing off his chest, he was really proud of it, proper showing off pushing his belly out" Dude literally described a photo of my dad that i dont even have but remember it and the day it was taken at his best mates place having a pool party, in board shorts, doing a kawaii pose with his teeth poked half out. "I need to say i dont know what it is youve been going through but hes telling me if you ever need anything hold out your hand hes right there next to you all the time, ask him" I must have pissed him right off again or hes busy as fuck but old mans giving the silent treatment again these days lol. Anyway, between that and one or two other impossible to ignore 'coincidence' turned me full blown Christian.