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 About
five years ago, I almost died. When I got back
on my feet, I became very spiritual and read
every book I could my hands on. It was then
that I started to have spiritual experiences.
I began to see friends
that had past over. In dreams and in my mind's
eye.
I am retired now and
I took a job as a school crossing guard.
Four years ago, after
I had crossed all the kids, I began to leave.
When I looked up the road, I saw another kid
coming, so I waited for her.
She
was dressed different from the other little
girls. She was dressed like kids did back in
the 40s.
As she
came closer, I got the shock of my life. When
I looked at her face, I knew who she was. It
was my little playmate who died 58 years ago
at the age of ten.
I could
not speak as I tried to understand what was
happening.
She
had black hair fixed with ringlets. She said,
"Hi" and I remembered her voice.
Then
to make sure that I knew her, her mother's face
began to form on the side of her face. Her mother
died at the age of 80. But when I saw her face,
she looked like a young woman in her 20s.
The
little girl, I will call her Mary, asked me
if I would be here tomorrow. I said, "Yes, I
would."
As I
turned my head wondering what else to say, I
looked back. She had vanished.
She
was as solid as I was. I have not seen her sense.
George:
gstone2512@rogers.com
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