Today is my birthday. I am 89 years old. I recall an experience I had when I was eight years old. I have been diagnosed with a severe case of gastrointestinal illness. The prognosis was not good. I spend most of my days in bed. I was very ill.

One night I had a dream. I was in a tunnel. I was moving very fast toward a beautiful light at the end of the tunnel. I was happy. I was not affray.

Then I heard a man’s voice. Saying: “He is not ready yet. He must go back.” It was a beautiful man’s voice. It was a commanding voice! He was not mad but imperious. He was not talking to me.

I woke up. My mother entered the room, and I told her about my dream. She did not say anything but went very pale. Whiting half an hour, my whole family was there. The family, Dr. Santiago Rodriguez-Febles, and Father Ricardo from the Parish. All of them asked about the dream. Father Ricardo gave me a prayer book and said, “Pray a lot, my son.” Frankly, I did not understand. It was just a dream! What is the fuss all about? The point is that I have never heard about after-life experiences. I was only eight and sick.

On my birthday, I thank you, Father. You gave me a second chance. I am doing my best not to disappoint you.

Ad maiorem Dei gloriam.

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