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Created on 11-26-07

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“Adam.” I hear. “I want to help you see.” It was such a deep voice. So strong. I look around, and I see nothing. “Adam. Would you like to see how your fate, was decided?” The voice was mono-tone. Steady. Golden lights flash before my eyes. I feel like I must move on. Move, forward. “Come Adam.” He calls. I want to stay. So bad. But I have to go. I try and reach out a hand. I don’t know how. No one was there, until I blinked. A man, no taller than my father, just appears. Or course it scares the spit out of me, and I jump back. “My son. You are here with me for a reason. You have accepted your fate, Adam Frederickson, you deserved more than life, but you were in more than just pain. All that your mortal body could take.” This man seems more holy than in the pictures. His green-blue eyes, brown hair, brown beard. White gown that drags the floor. “But why?! I was so strong! I was going to hold on just for a little while longer! I couldn’t have just given up like that! Not yet…” “Adam, my son, you did not give up. God had surrendered you. Your last conversation was with Him. You cannot remember?” I bowed my head, like I had just been scolded. He was right. I couldn’t remember what I had said to God. I was in desperate need. “I don’t remember…a lot o’ things.” I answered. I think that He chuckled. “Shall we take a look at your life Adam? You need to know why God let you go.” He said. I didn’t really understand. Of course I was so confused. But I didn’t want to tell Him that. “Come, look.” He said. Gesturing to come beside him. I hesitated. I seemed so small and weak next to Him. His face seemed to be the brightest light I had ever seen. But I could still see his face, and all the creases and wrinkles. A half-smile curled onto his face. “Look.” He repeated. So I did. “Adam, this is you, when you were first born.” A frame appeared in front of us. My mother kissing my cheek. She looked so tired, and so weak. She was struggling to stay awake. But I could see in her eyes, those grey-green eyes, she was truly happy. “So? What’s this have to do with anything?” I blurt out. He looked down to me, and raised a bushy eye-brow. “What has God given to you? This is the beginning of his gift.” I was now intimidated. I used to be so macho and think that I was some king of the world or somethin’. But not now, HE was. So he let the time-frame play. A screaming pierced my ears, and I covered them as quick as I could. Wouldn’t you?! I thought he had shot my ears! The high-pitched screaming and yelling. But as soon as her lips, touched my beet-red cheek, it slowly, like a switch, flipped off. Then, it was gone. My eyes torn from my mom again. It felt like I had died, all over again. He brought back another picture. One when I was no younger than four, I guess. I was just sitting on a stool. Now what does this have to do with anything? Somehow though…this seemed familiar. “Your first memory.” He introduced. It played, and I just sat in that stool, and giggled, on and on. My mom and dad just watching me. Again, it stopped. Faded, and was gone. He looked down to me, and brought yet, another picture. I was sitting in a small corner, of a classroom? “Your first friend.” He informed. Looking at the vision play; I saw another familiar face. It was a small girl. Running over to me, she giggled. “Hey!” She said, “What’s your name?” “A-Ad-Adam…” I answered. The girl giggled, again, and I looked like I was blushing, clutching my knees, “Okay Adam! My name’s Renee!” Renee? SHE was my first friend?! “Come on!” She called, reaching for my hand. Helping me up, she smiled. Her bright smile made myself smile. Renee began to fade too, eventually. Her big brown eyes just whisked away. “I showed you, because you need not to move on with a false memory.” I looked up to Him, “Renee will join you soon enough…” He smiled. What was THAT supposed to mean. “Your first kiss.” He said. Renee is smiling into my chest. “Hey Adam, you know how in the movies, the girls always fall in love with the hero?” I nodded. She leaned in closer. “You must be my hero…” She always was the one to make the move…I wish that I could have been more of a boyfriend, instead of a statue. Renee still loved me anyway. But even so the feelin’ in my gut, she disappeared. “You must understand that those words were true. You were…You are her hero.” Then all the shock of leaving her was building up inside of me. I wanted to cry, but not in front of Him. “The first time the doctor gave you The News.” Now, when He said this, I couldn’t have been more scared. Those words that came out of that doctor’s mouth. I wish I could have shoved them back inside the doctor’s mouth. I knew that it wouldn’t get rid of my pain; but I wouldn’t be so afraid of it either.

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On November 29th 2007 kg108551 Said :

	Cool story! Keep me posted?

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