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It started out a night like any other weekend night...
For years, I was an obnoxiously militant atheist...
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It was late at night...
I was four years old...
I was surfing in Florida and the waves were around 8 feet high, which is bigger than I am used to surfing...
It was the spring before my 11th birthday...
My experience took me back to my previous life, I was an American soldier fighting in Korea...
I remember my mom saying to me 'You always do things the hard way...
I gave blood at my church's bloodmobile...
First of all, excuse me for the mistakes in the writing, I am Brazilian and my native language is Portuguese...
At that night, June 12 1985 I was lying on my left side waiting to fall a sleep and a question came to my mind: “Will I continue like this the rest of my life, most of the time every year I do manual labor, and to be honest it is drudgery...
Two days before I died, I was lying on sofa...
