A friend has come to me who is going through more hard times then any man should have to face at once. A divorce, a losing custody battle for his son, a break up, jobless and living with his mom…this man is going through more than any man should at once. My heart goes out to this man greatly and I wish I could do so much more for him, but for now I have only this to offer:
Dear friend,
Life will drag you down and keep dragging you down, but rest assured that there is a bottom. I believe my good man that you have reached that bottom. I know it’s very cliché but there is only one way to go from there…up. The other option really is not an option and should never be even considered. You are a stronger man then you realize it’s time to tap into that strength and pull yourself out of this very deep, dark hole you’re in. it’s time to grasp on to the last bit of light you have left in that hole: your friends and one that you probably don’t believe in, but I promise he believes in you. Grasp onto that light and use it to find your way out. No man is completely strong enough to pull themselves out alone.
I know you have some good friends out there who will do anything they can for you; we all feel your pain. But like you we need help to get you out as well….we need you to be strong and tell us the way so we can guide you. You are still a young man with lots of potential left. Look to that potential , think of the things you still want to do with your life no matter how farfetched they may seem, now is the perfect time to reach for them, no matter what it takes.
Pain is mostly self created my friend and does not last forever trust me I know this better than most people out there except for maybe you. So we understand each other at least in that area. Take the hands that are reaching out to you my friend and grip those hands tight. There is a lot more people out there that love you and care for you then you think. It’s time to realize this and look to those people. We will be here for you. Trust in that.
Good luck my good friend, I’m praying for you…
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Trust, when no reason can be found..
After years of mistrust, years of lies, sneaking and hiding things that she knows is wrong and can destroy her marriage. How do you trust that person after only a few months? When she does seem to be truthful for the first time in many years you wake up in the morning realizing that after all these years of pain and lies you just don’t know how to cope with that person actually telling the truth.
Yet, that person still is using the same tools she used before to cheat, hide and lie to you for years….how do you deal with it? How do you trust that person. It’s against human nature to blindly trust another human…no matter how much you love them it’s a battle every single day. An internal battle that goes on and on and on with no resolve in site.
When she has several guys on her phone list that you don’t know, half her friends on her facebook you don’t know with all but 2 are guys, how do you cope? Specially, when you over heard one of those “friends” say things that no man should say about another man’s wife. Especially when the husband is reading everything. When you ask that woman to not talk to that person anymore because it makes you insanely uncomfortable and yet she ignores you and talks to him more then another friend…how do you keep sanity? How do you trust?
Let’s say there is another avenue she used to talk quietly behind your back and meet all these guys, something she did for years to even ignore her family 7 days a week. After it nearly brakes up the marriage for good she stops for 1 month but then gets back on that avenue and is threatening to do it yet even more from the agreed time even though it kills you inside knowing she’s doing it because you just can’t trust her no matter how hard you try.
The point I’m getting at is, yes we are slaves to our own minds, our own short comings. It takes a strong man to realize his own short comings and to strive to fix them. I know I should trust her. I know I should blindly trust her even though she refuses to give me any breaks and just makes it harder for me. I’m trying real hard every single flipping day I try. I guess when you love someone enough you will do almost anything for them, even trust them when there is no reason to trust them. When she goes out most weekends with her “brother” and all his friends to bars/ clubs and where ever else while I stay home trust with the kids is insanely hard but I know that I HAVE to put on a smile and ask her how her night went and give her a kiss when she finally gets home. I just simply have to love her, and if things get out of hand simply sit down with her and talk to her. That’s the best thing we can do guys is find a neutral place and just talk…don’t accuse, don’t yell, don’t blame….just talk….and trust.
One of us has to be the stronger person. Might as well be me…iv had enough practice in it. The plane simple truth is…I love her more than anyone else in this world, so I HAVE to be the strong one. And I do it with a smile and trust.
Yet, that person still is using the same tools she used before to cheat, hide and lie to you for years….how do you deal with it? How do you trust that person. It’s against human nature to blindly trust another human…no matter how much you love them it’s a battle every single day. An internal battle that goes on and on and on with no resolve in site.
When she has several guys on her phone list that you don’t know, half her friends on her facebook you don’t know with all but 2 are guys, how do you cope? Specially, when you over heard one of those “friends” say things that no man should say about another man’s wife. Especially when the husband is reading everything. When you ask that woman to not talk to that person anymore because it makes you insanely uncomfortable and yet she ignores you and talks to him more then another friend…how do you keep sanity? How do you trust?
Let’s say there is another avenue she used to talk quietly behind your back and meet all these guys, something she did for years to even ignore her family 7 days a week. After it nearly brakes up the marriage for good she stops for 1 month but then gets back on that avenue and is threatening to do it yet even more from the agreed time even though it kills you inside knowing she’s doing it because you just can’t trust her no matter how hard you try.
The point I’m getting at is, yes we are slaves to our own minds, our own short comings. It takes a strong man to realize his own short comings and to strive to fix them. I know I should trust her. I know I should blindly trust her even though she refuses to give me any breaks and just makes it harder for me. I’m trying real hard every single flipping day I try. I guess when you love someone enough you will do almost anything for them, even trust them when there is no reason to trust them. When she goes out most weekends with her “brother” and all his friends to bars/ clubs and where ever else while I stay home trust with the kids is insanely hard but I know that I HAVE to put on a smile and ask her how her night went and give her a kiss when she finally gets home. I just simply have to love her, and if things get out of hand simply sit down with her and talk to her. That’s the best thing we can do guys is find a neutral place and just talk…don’t accuse, don’t yell, don’t blame….just talk….and trust.
One of us has to be the stronger person. Might as well be me…iv had enough practice in it. The plane simple truth is…I love her more than anyone else in this world, so I HAVE to be the strong one. And I do it with a smile and trust.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Dear Dad,
Dad,
Once, about 9 years ago you wrote me a letter. You gave me this letter before you and mom headed home after you dropped me off at my new apartment. The day I moved out. I still have that letter to this day, still in the binder you gave it to me in. You hand wrote your letter to me and I would have done the same for this one I am now writing for you but I fear you would not be able to read it if I did. So I’m typing out my letter to you, besides I have a lot to say to you and well it would take me way too long to hand write it out.
It’s no secret dad that I did not like you at all in my teenage years. But, when I stop and think about it teenage boys don’t really get along with their dads during that time of their lives. I can tell you I don’t look forward to that time in my son’s life. I just hope he doesn’t feel the same way about me as I did you, even though I know its foolish thinking. But I hope with all my heart he feels the same way I feel about you now when he gets my age.
I’m moving across country now and I know that I will not be coming back to stay. At least not for a long time. I am an adult now and I need to do what is best for my wife and kids. Regardless of how I personally feel. To be honest with you though I do look very much forward to this move, the only thing I am going to truly miss is our weekly / bi-weekly golf games.
I have learned very much from you dad. I learned how to love my kids and put them above all ells but my wife, I learned about work ethic, I learned to love life regardless of what it throws my way (I know you may not agree with this but I learned it from watching you and all you have gone through), Iv learned to be a man, to stand up for what I believe. Most Importantly I learned to be a God fearing man, to pass on that valuable lesson to my children. I have had to do a lot of growing up over the years and I have made plenty of mistakes and always you and mom were there to pick me up and tell me “I told you so”. The one mistake I never made was throwing away and forgetting what you taught me and I never will.
You are an amazing man dad I truly believe that. I am very proud to call you dad and to boast about you. You are a great worker, a loving father, a caring son, a teacher, a mentor, and a Godly man even If you don’t feel that way much anymore, I see it in you still even after all the pain you have gone through over the last few years. I know there is a woman out there who will love you the way you deserve: Unconditional. Just have to be patient. Look at me I’m your son and I’m giving you advise! You can ignore all you want. But the point is dad that I’m proud of you, I mean that in a son to father fashion. I am VERY proud to be your son. You are one of my closest friends dad.
When you asked me to start playing golf with you the first thing that jumped into my head was a chance to get to know my dad and actually spend real time with you. I was very nervous at first but you always find ways to make me loosen up and have fun regardless of how crappy I am doing. Yes you beat me for over a year and I accepted that and despite that fact I looked forward to every game we played. That’s the first and only time I ever continued playing a game I sucked at for more then a month. I gradually got a little better and started to give you a run for your money but yet that really didn’t matter to me as much as you think. Just being out on the course with you was all I wanted to do. Dad I will miss these times more then you know. I look forward to our next game no matter how long it takes till then.
I’m going to miss you dad, more then any of my brothers or sisters or even mom. Heck I’m getting all choked up just writing this letter. I look up to you and respect you.
I love you dad and I always will.
Your Son
Once, about 9 years ago you wrote me a letter. You gave me this letter before you and mom headed home after you dropped me off at my new apartment. The day I moved out. I still have that letter to this day, still in the binder you gave it to me in. You hand wrote your letter to me and I would have done the same for this one I am now writing for you but I fear you would not be able to read it if I did. So I’m typing out my letter to you, besides I have a lot to say to you and well it would take me way too long to hand write it out.
It’s no secret dad that I did not like you at all in my teenage years. But, when I stop and think about it teenage boys don’t really get along with their dads during that time of their lives. I can tell you I don’t look forward to that time in my son’s life. I just hope he doesn’t feel the same way about me as I did you, even though I know its foolish thinking. But I hope with all my heart he feels the same way I feel about you now when he gets my age.
I’m moving across country now and I know that I will not be coming back to stay. At least not for a long time. I am an adult now and I need to do what is best for my wife and kids. Regardless of how I personally feel. To be honest with you though I do look very much forward to this move, the only thing I am going to truly miss is our weekly / bi-weekly golf games.
I have learned very much from you dad. I learned how to love my kids and put them above all ells but my wife, I learned about work ethic, I learned to love life regardless of what it throws my way (I know you may not agree with this but I learned it from watching you and all you have gone through), Iv learned to be a man, to stand up for what I believe. Most Importantly I learned to be a God fearing man, to pass on that valuable lesson to my children. I have had to do a lot of growing up over the years and I have made plenty of mistakes and always you and mom were there to pick me up and tell me “I told you so”. The one mistake I never made was throwing away and forgetting what you taught me and I never will.
You are an amazing man dad I truly believe that. I am very proud to call you dad and to boast about you. You are a great worker, a loving father, a caring son, a teacher, a mentor, and a Godly man even If you don’t feel that way much anymore, I see it in you still even after all the pain you have gone through over the last few years. I know there is a woman out there who will love you the way you deserve: Unconditional. Just have to be patient. Look at me I’m your son and I’m giving you advise! You can ignore all you want. But the point is dad that I’m proud of you, I mean that in a son to father fashion. I am VERY proud to be your son. You are one of my closest friends dad.
When you asked me to start playing golf with you the first thing that jumped into my head was a chance to get to know my dad and actually spend real time with you. I was very nervous at first but you always find ways to make me loosen up and have fun regardless of how crappy I am doing. Yes you beat me for over a year and I accepted that and despite that fact I looked forward to every game we played. That’s the first and only time I ever continued playing a game I sucked at for more then a month. I gradually got a little better and started to give you a run for your money but yet that really didn’t matter to me as much as you think. Just being out on the course with you was all I wanted to do. Dad I will miss these times more then you know. I look forward to our next game no matter how long it takes till then.
I’m going to miss you dad, more then any of my brothers or sisters or even mom. Heck I’m getting all choked up just writing this letter. I look up to you and respect you.
I love you dad and I always will.
Your Son
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
story concept / study #1
It happened over a year ago but the pain of the event still burned brightly. Moregen walked along the open plains of Trinity Fields as the rain pelted his face in the late of night, he continued to walk lost in the memories of the day that changed his life, a day that would change any man.
Moregen was a farmer once, living on the border of the Trinity Fields and the Mountains of Ruini. The land he worked was in constant conflict between the Ranshee and the Trinity Elves. One day a band of Trinity Elves showed up at his farm and even as he tried to welcome them to his home they drew their bows on him and his family. They tied up Moregen to a chair and beat him telling him they heard of his trading with the Ranshee. That he was selling is crops to the evil race. Moregen denied these claims. That was not good enough; the elves then drug his family into the family room. His loyal wife and two daughters were tortured and killed one at a time in front of his very eyes. When he yet again refused to admit something he did not do the elves shot him threes times with their piercing arrows and left him for dead lying on the floor next to his murdered wife and children.
For hours Moregen laid there tears streaming from his weakening eyes. Just as he was ready to give up and die with his family a massive stranger came into the front door that had been torn off the hinges. A crazy looking man, he wore animal skins from head to toe and wore a hat made of various animal horns and antlers. He began to chant…
The next thing I knew I was a walking undead shell of a man cursed with both power and unlife until revenge is met. Oh, what revenge it will be!
Moregen was a farmer once, living on the border of the Trinity Fields and the Mountains of Ruini. The land he worked was in constant conflict between the Ranshee and the Trinity Elves. One day a band of Trinity Elves showed up at his farm and even as he tried to welcome them to his home they drew their bows on him and his family. They tied up Moregen to a chair and beat him telling him they heard of his trading with the Ranshee. That he was selling is crops to the evil race. Moregen denied these claims. That was not good enough; the elves then drug his family into the family room. His loyal wife and two daughters were tortured and killed one at a time in front of his very eyes. When he yet again refused to admit something he did not do the elves shot him threes times with their piercing arrows and left him for dead lying on the floor next to his murdered wife and children.
For hours Moregen laid there tears streaming from his weakening eyes. Just as he was ready to give up and die with his family a massive stranger came into the front door that had been torn off the hinges. A crazy looking man, he wore animal skins from head to toe and wore a hat made of various animal horns and antlers. He began to chant…
The next thing I knew I was a walking undead shell of a man cursed with both power and unlife until revenge is met. Oh, what revenge it will be!
Friday, April 24, 2009
To lose a child...
A young father laid down next to his little daughter who had the biggest, most beautiful blue eyes. She had long blonde hair and a tiny little smile that would fill any heart with joy. The young man was laying down next to his little girl in her hospital bed because the doctors just told him that his little angle was shortly about to go to her new home in heaven, he had little time to comfort her and say goodbye. The young man could barely hold back the pain and anguish that plagued his heart and mind as he stared at the tiny hand that barely filled half his palm. Her little hand was cold and getting colder, her breath was labored and struggling to draw its next. He looked into her little eyes for the last time and said, “honey, daddy is here. I’m not leavening you baby. I just wanted to say how much daddy loves you and that…” at this point the father had to look away to hide the overwhelming tears flooding his eyes before continuing. “my little angle, you are about to go meet someone very very special who loves you and wants to see you until daddy comes to live with you again. Don’t be afraid, I will always hold you close in my heart, always.” At this point the dad can’t take it any longer and grabs his little girl closely and begins to weep, soaking her blonde hair in pure sadness. After a few minutes he heard a small voice say softly, “daddy, don’t cry, I will see you again soon. I love you”. She looked up at her dad and gave one last weak little smile before closing her eyes never to open them again.
There is one great fear in every parents mind and deepest nightmares. The fear of watching their child die. It’s a fear that drives us to do over protective things and do everything possible to protect our little ones. It’s my personal greatest fear. We have all heard it from somewhere or another but no matter where you hear it, it stands true: No parent should outlive their child. No parent.
Death however is something that can come at anytime any place. I watched in my rear view mirror 3 years ago as my wife lost control of her suv on a freeway and tumbled more than 200 feet into oncoming traffic. As I watched this horror all I could think about was the insane fear of pulling my wife and kids lifeless bodies from the wreckage. The fear I felt as I ran to the crumpled suv was so over whelming that I was told I was screaming at the top of my lungs as I ran to the suv. I don’t remember ever screaming anything. My mind was so horrified that everything that I did or that happened around me did not exists to me or mean anything. All I wanted was to reach that wreckage as fast as possible. I swear I set some kind of land speed record that day. Thank God my kids came through with nothing more than a few cuts and bruises and my wife was released from the hospital 4 days later.
As I sit here I try to imagine looking into my child’s weak, nearly lifeless face just before he / she dies and the pain of such an event is simply over whelming. How does a parent deal with such a situation? How do they cope with such a loss. To be honest they don’t, and they never will. Its possibly one of the worst things to ever happen to any person. I wish such a thing on no one, nor could I ever. If I had to hold my little girl and look into her beautiful little eyes and say goodbye…I don’t care how strong of a man I claim to be, I would lose it. I don’t think I would ever be the same after. As I wrote the opening piece to this blog I had to stop several times and gather myself to continue writing, as I wrote it I pictured myself in that fathers place. I almost could not write it. Just thinking about such a thing chocked me up.
With all my heart I hope and pray I never have to experience this for real, I also hope and pray that none of you have too either. To the parents who have lost a child, to you I can only say one thing: You have my deepest sympathy.
There is one great fear in every parents mind and deepest nightmares. The fear of watching their child die. It’s a fear that drives us to do over protective things and do everything possible to protect our little ones. It’s my personal greatest fear. We have all heard it from somewhere or another but no matter where you hear it, it stands true: No parent should outlive their child. No parent.
Death however is something that can come at anytime any place. I watched in my rear view mirror 3 years ago as my wife lost control of her suv on a freeway and tumbled more than 200 feet into oncoming traffic. As I watched this horror all I could think about was the insane fear of pulling my wife and kids lifeless bodies from the wreckage. The fear I felt as I ran to the crumpled suv was so over whelming that I was told I was screaming at the top of my lungs as I ran to the suv. I don’t remember ever screaming anything. My mind was so horrified that everything that I did or that happened around me did not exists to me or mean anything. All I wanted was to reach that wreckage as fast as possible. I swear I set some kind of land speed record that day. Thank God my kids came through with nothing more than a few cuts and bruises and my wife was released from the hospital 4 days later.
As I sit here I try to imagine looking into my child’s weak, nearly lifeless face just before he / she dies and the pain of such an event is simply over whelming. How does a parent deal with such a situation? How do they cope with such a loss. To be honest they don’t, and they never will. Its possibly one of the worst things to ever happen to any person. I wish such a thing on no one, nor could I ever. If I had to hold my little girl and look into her beautiful little eyes and say goodbye…I don’t care how strong of a man I claim to be, I would lose it. I don’t think I would ever be the same after. As I wrote the opening piece to this blog I had to stop several times and gather myself to continue writing, as I wrote it I pictured myself in that fathers place. I almost could not write it. Just thinking about such a thing chocked me up.
With all my heart I hope and pray I never have to experience this for real, I also hope and pray that none of you have too either. To the parents who have lost a child, to you I can only say one thing: You have my deepest sympathy.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
a small peice from a book im working on called "Enter The Stupidity"
Tera’s story began some 30 years ago in a land called Barbaric. His mother was a simple but large woman who had only one goal in life: to land herself the strongest barbarian around. That’s exactly what happened. Teradeuce’s father was a Mettle Swinger with a strong reputation of being one nasty barbarian with not much up stairs and…well pretty much nothing else. When he was the ripe old age of five his father was killed in a battle with a hungry dragon. Well the dragon was no longer hungry. Shortly after his fathers disappearance his mother disappeared in the night leaving young Tera all to himself. After wondering around for days eating what ever he could catch and eat (a deer and a bear not to mention other animals) he came across an old barbarian who took him under his wing till he turned 20. The old barbarian then kicked him out the door. Of course the old barbarian forgot that the door was closed so Tera got a nasty bump on the head.
Teradeuce really didn’t know what to do with his life, all he knew was how to swing his mettle stick around to cleave innocent creatures clean in half as long as they were taller then his knees. So one day as he walked through the City he was asked by a stranger after he was attacked by four muggers while walking through an ally to take care of someone for him and that he would pay the barbarian what ever he asked. Well, needless to say the four muggers were found the next day all over the ally, poor fools. Well it took till sunrise the next day to make up his mind on what he wanted. Tera met the strange man that night at the tavern he was told to meet him at.
“Alright barbarian I want you to hunt down a certain Orc type creature thingy that has been terrorizing the sheep on the out skirts of the City. He goes by the name of Da’Rex, eliminate him and you will get your reward.” The stranger in black clothing said while sipping gently on a strange but very strong drink.
“Umm what does eliminate mean?” Was all Tera could really think to ask at the moment. He wasn’t used to Big City deals or anything of that matter.
“It means to kill him, get rid of him, make him no longer living, take his life, give him a dirt nap permanently, Make it to were he no longer breathes see. No matter what you have to do as long as it’s within reason of course. Now what do you want in return for this task?”
“Beer, lots of beer.”
“Um ok how much are we talking here?”
“Lots”
“How much is lots?”
“Now you look stupid strange man. Lots mean very much.”
“Ok then, so be it. One thing though I want my assistant to go with you to make sure you get the job done. My assistant is one of the most fearsome creatures in all the land, a human woman. Her name is Eleda. You leave tomorrow morning, so get some sleep. Eleda will be at your room to get you and show you were this Orc thingy was last seen.” The strange man said before getting up and leaving the Tavern.
Teradeuce really didn’t know what to do with his life, all he knew was how to swing his mettle stick around to cleave innocent creatures clean in half as long as they were taller then his knees. So one day as he walked through the City he was asked by a stranger after he was attacked by four muggers while walking through an ally to take care of someone for him and that he would pay the barbarian what ever he asked. Well, needless to say the four muggers were found the next day all over the ally, poor fools. Well it took till sunrise the next day to make up his mind on what he wanted. Tera met the strange man that night at the tavern he was told to meet him at.
“Alright barbarian I want you to hunt down a certain Orc type creature thingy that has been terrorizing the sheep on the out skirts of the City. He goes by the name of Da’Rex, eliminate him and you will get your reward.” The stranger in black clothing said while sipping gently on a strange but very strong drink.
“Umm what does eliminate mean?” Was all Tera could really think to ask at the moment. He wasn’t used to Big City deals or anything of that matter.
“It means to kill him, get rid of him, make him no longer living, take his life, give him a dirt nap permanently, Make it to were he no longer breathes see. No matter what you have to do as long as it’s within reason of course. Now what do you want in return for this task?”
“Beer, lots of beer.”
“Um ok how much are we talking here?”
“Lots”
“How much is lots?”
“Now you look stupid strange man. Lots mean very much.”
“Ok then, so be it. One thing though I want my assistant to go with you to make sure you get the job done. My assistant is one of the most fearsome creatures in all the land, a human woman. Her name is Eleda. You leave tomorrow morning, so get some sleep. Eleda will be at your room to get you and show you were this Orc thingy was last seen.” The strange man said before getting up and leaving the Tavern.
Life and Death.
Everyone at some point in their life has a near death experience. That experience often changes the way that person thinks or acts or in the most extreme cases changes their life all together. Then, there is the very rare few who have actually experienced death in some way shape or form. Those people are never the same again, especially on their views of life and death. Those people are the ones who will talk about it the least.
I am one of those rare few who have experienced death or something very close to it. Years ago, when I was working for a truck company I was working that grave yard shift and was rushed to the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital my heart stopped. During the time my heart stopped I was aware of myself, the doctors and everyone around me. I was lying on the bed, I was aware...
Two things happened to me during that time that will forever plague my dreams, my imagination and fill me with hope and a joy that can not be described. I heard a very deep and comforting voice tell me softly “It is not your time, yet.” At the same time I saw a very special and dear figure to my heart sitting next to the curtain around my bead near the foot of my bed. A dog, a sheltie to be exact, not just any sheltie he was Rocky. My best friend from the time I was 8 years old until the day he died when I was 20.
The time I was technically dead felt like eternity and no time at all, all at the same time. Time had no meaning it had no presence. It just was. When I came to the doctor told me my heart had stopped for nearly 1.5 min.
I guess the most interesting thing is, that during that time I did not want to wake up…the sense of total peace, happiness and calm that I felt I never wanted it to go. But what entered my mind as the voice told me it was not time, was my wife and my two little ones. To this day I still dream of that event. But, never in the same way it had happened.
It was a lesson to me, a confirmation if you will of what was to come at some point in my future. I also understand that I can wait patiently for that future to come. I know it will and I can promise you that when my time does come, I will not be afraid.
I am one of those rare few who have experienced death or something very close to it. Years ago, when I was working for a truck company I was working that grave yard shift and was rushed to the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital my heart stopped. During the time my heart stopped I was aware of myself, the doctors and everyone around me. I was lying on the bed, I was aware...
Two things happened to me during that time that will forever plague my dreams, my imagination and fill me with hope and a joy that can not be described. I heard a very deep and comforting voice tell me softly “It is not your time, yet.” At the same time I saw a very special and dear figure to my heart sitting next to the curtain around my bead near the foot of my bed. A dog, a sheltie to be exact, not just any sheltie he was Rocky. My best friend from the time I was 8 years old until the day he died when I was 20.
The time I was technically dead felt like eternity and no time at all, all at the same time. Time had no meaning it had no presence. It just was. When I came to the doctor told me my heart had stopped for nearly 1.5 min.
I guess the most interesting thing is, that during that time I did not want to wake up…the sense of total peace, happiness and calm that I felt I never wanted it to go. But what entered my mind as the voice told me it was not time, was my wife and my two little ones. To this day I still dream of that event. But, never in the same way it had happened.
It was a lesson to me, a confirmation if you will of what was to come at some point in my future. I also understand that I can wait patiently for that future to come. I know it will and I can promise you that when my time does come, I will not be afraid.
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