This happened nearly three years ago, January of 2006, in our home in Porter, Texas. My husband Mike and I were asleep and woke to the ringing of first my cell phone and then his in quick succession. Instantly, we thought something really bad had happened. Nothing but bad news when the phone rings in the middle of the night, right? I answered my phone at more or less the same time Mike answered his. We heard each other say "Hello" to each other. His phone had called mine and mine called his, it seemed of their own volition. We stared at each other in confusion, wondering what the hell had just happened.
At the same time, we both heard the labored breathing of our seven-year-old son, who's an asthmatic. He was wheezing and had been trying to call out to us from his bedroom down the hall, but we couldn't hear him. We helped him right away, giving him his Xopenex breathing treatment and staying up with him until he fell back to sleep, breathing easier.
We don't know what triggered his attack or what caused our cell phones to call each other the way they did, but if it hadn't happened... I shudder to think what might have happened to our son if we had not awakened at that moment.
