Dec 132010

One of my earliest memories is from when I was a very young boy living in Monroe, NC. It happened one night while I was laying in bed. I saw something that affected me so deeply, I still remember it.

I remember the bedroom was down the hall and to the left.  One night I was laying in bed, listening to my parents in the other room. I turned my head and looked toward the doorway. When I did, I saw what I assumed could only be my mother, standing in the doorway, looking at me and smiling. I called out “Mom?”  Then she disappeared.  I don’t mean she walked away. I mean, she disappeared. When my mother DID come to the room, it was apparent it had not been her.

I was only 4 or 5 years old. I was not on drugs. I was not asleep and dreaming. I don’t know who it was. I don’t even know IF it really was. I can only tell you that it looked so real and I have never forgotten it.

Now that I am older, I look back on that event and wonder about it.  If you were to press me, I would have to admit, I think it could have been an angel.  Some may scoff and say I was asleep and dreaming.  Others may say it was only my imagination; I was seeing things that were not there. 

Scoff if you will.  Think me crazy if you must.  I will easily admit that I don’t always see right all the time.  Even now, I will admit there are times I see things that aren’t really there.  There are also times when I don’t see things that are.  I don’t always see straight.  I don’t always understand what I see.  I don’t even always see what I think I understand.  Either way, I know there is more to life than what I can see.  And whether I see it or not, there’s something there.