I was awakened to a light shining brighter than the sun with a glow just as gentle as the moon; a seducing voice calling my name. I was no longer resting on my cement pillow. My t-shirt that had been painted red by the blood that my veins bleed; I no longer wore, I wore no jeans, no hoodie, no sneakers, and no cap. I was bare; my soul was all that covered me. An embracing touch caressed my shoulder; I turned to see what it was. I saw nothing. There behind me on the ground lay a bag of Tropical Skittles. I reached down swiftly to pick them up. As I drew my left hand in efforts to view my prize, it suddenly turned into an Arizona Sweet Iced Tea; then the tea disappeared. The once bright, warm and unfamiliar room suddenly became dark, cold and familiar. I could hear my voice, I was screaming but my mouth, it didn’t move. I cried “Please, Don’t! What are you doing?” I was pleading for my life, I began to weep as I remembered my words the pain that I felt, the fear that entered my heart the reason I was here.
In all of my sorrow a familiar voice called out to me. “David”. I lifted my head from the palms of my tear stained hands to see my mother. There she stood, as beautiful and as loving as ever. “Mom”! I screamed to her. Just as quickly as I had collapsed to my knees, I regained my strength and jumped to my feet. I sprinted to her with every bit of energy I had. I ran, and ran and I ran yet I still had not reached her. I was becoming faint, my sprint turned into a jog, the jog into a walk. I continued to walk, in the distance I could hear her voice, the closer I felt I got to her, the further way she sounded. She said to me “David, you walk for miles, you run for yards but the length of your life is measured in inches.” In a panic, hearing her voice dissipate; I began to run again. In my feverish sprint I stumbled and I fell.
It was me, my body which caused my fall. My cold, dead, bloody body lay on the cement concrete. Freighted, confused, angry, I regain my stance and I run. To him, he who stood emotionlessly against the hood of the police car I ran. “What’s wrong with you? What did I do to you? How could you do this?” He didn’t respond. That angered me even more. “Answer me you ass hole! Answer me!” Still he didn’t reply. I saw the officer approaching him, I ran to him to tell him the truth, to tell him why this coon hating man killed me. “Officer, Officer, he did this he killed me! OFFICER!” He didn’t acknowledge me either. The officer asked That Man “What happen Sir” That Man Replied, “He attacked me! I was simply defending myself! He reached in to his coat like he was going to pull out something. He was threating me!” In anger I yelled to the officer “HE asked me what I had in my pocket, I was just going to show him my iced tea and skittles. That’s all I had in my pocket. He asked me if I had a gun, if I was going to rob somebody! I tried telling him my dad lives here but he didn’t listen. He kept calling me a coon! Officer please, please, hear me! Listen to me please! He hit me because I tried to walk away. He pulled me by my hood and he punched me in my face. I hit him back! He attacked me! He was following me. Officer please!” The officer, Officer Kills is what his name badge read still didn’t acknowledge me. Why? Could he not hear me? I didn’t understand.
The light, I saw it again shinning brighter than the sun with a glow a gentle as the moon. “David, don’t be afraid.” he said I was sitting in a chair; a large padded chair with my name engraved into the cherry oak back. He sat to my right. “Are you comfortable? ‘He asked. I wore a white silk gown; trimmed in gold. “Where Am I?” I asked.
“Are you God?”
“No, I’m not God” He chuckled. “I’m Michael. On earth they refer to me as the warrior Angel.”
“So, I’m dead now right?”
“Let’s just say your job on earth is done.”
“Why Am I here, and not heaven? Where is god?”
“You only enter Heaven once your destiny is fulfilled.”
“Well, I’m dead. So, doesn’t that mean my destiny is fulfilled?”
“You know why your here with me, and not heaven? It’s because you’re not done working yet, your duty on earth is finished but you’re not done fighting. God asked me to guide you because we are both warriors and you’re not done fighting yet”.
“So, why did That Man kill me? How could death be a part of my fight?’
“Because my friend, through your earthly death you will bring your people together. Your death will help right wrongs, strengthen hearts and influence this little boy to fulfill his destiny”. He showed me a picture of a baby, no older than eight months. I’d never seen him before.
“Do you know who he is?” he asked.
“No” I replied.
“Here keep a hold to this photo you will see him again”.
