The Mossy Stairs - Part 3
Still in shock, it was as though my life passed before my eyes. Memories of times past, some significant and some seemingly insignificant, all slowly played like a movie as though they were woven together in an intentional way showing me the paths I’d chosen throughout the years, and how they led me to where I was at that moment.
Instinctively, after the memories finished passing through my mind, I tried to sit up. Instead of a struggle to move, I was instantly standing. Amazed at what just happened, I looked around where I was and then down at where I’d fallen, only to see my own rain-soaked body laying on the ground. ‘How was this possible?’ I asked myself. ‘Am I, dead?’
As my eyes returned forward to look ahead, I saw the same bearded man I’d caught through the corner of my eye before falling, standing in front of me. His demeanor was calm, and his face shone with a light like I had never seen before. His long brown hair and beard reminded me of pictures I’d seen of a man from long ago and his eyes seemed like blue glass. Oddly, he was smiling at me. Reaching out his hand, he said, ‘You took a mighty fall there. Take my hand, I’d like to show you something.’ I was without words yet knew I must take his hand and go with him.
Instantly, we were standing in front of the paper-wrapped package I’d been holding onto so tightly before falling which was laying on the ground nearby. The wrapping had all come apart and the top was nowhere to be seen. I looked inside only to find that all the valuables I’d packed so safely within, were crushed and broken into small pieces.
Symbols of everything I’d accomplished and saved for, were now shattered in front of me. My college diploma torn apart and barely legible. The bank account statement showing the money I’d diligently saved over years for that next step I was planning, torn and rain soaked. Several of my most valued achievement awards and special recognitions, all shattered into pieces. Lastly, without any explanation, the irreplaceable picture of my mother and I, one I valued more than nearly anything in the world, taken after one of the most difficult times in our lives, was laying on top of all the rest, in perfect condition and unharmed by the fall…
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