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Confirming one's beliefs sometimes takes an event.

Sometimes it takes just time and understanding.

But quite often to get something through our thickheads, whatever that thing may be,

one of the, I guess, sometimes most effective ways, is a event.

Sometimes it's traumatic.

Sometimes it's not traumatic, but just very life-changing in one way or another.

In our next story, we hear about someone who was very much questioning their beliefs,

brought up in one way, changing it a little bit into their teen years, and then having a

confirmation of sorts with a very beloved relative that had passed on,

confirming to them that there is, in fact, an afterlife.

Maybe everything else that was attached in the teachings

still not sure about.

But they are sure one thing.

There is something that happens when we die.

Take a listen.

My granddad, Harry, was the son of immigrants who had arrived in the UK from Lithuania in the early 1900s.

Born in 1916, he had a tough upbringing in Liverpool alongside his three brothers and four sisters.

He served in the Royal Welsh Fasilias during World War II and fought on the beaches of France.

During this time, he experienced serious shrapnel wounds to his hands,

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