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My experience took me back to my previous life, I was an American soldier fighting in Korea...
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...
That evening, my mother-in-law and her mother were over at my house with my husband and new, baby son...
My case started when my best friends moved to other district I was 13 years old then...
My mother, Rose G, was in the intensive care unit (ICU) after her spleen ruptured...
I remember it was early afternoon...
Around the time of the experience, I had a fairly easy life economically and I was not threatened physically, but I was growing increasingly despaired...
I was driving in my car, normal daily activities, to my friend's house...
I arrived at work not feeling well, but not bad enough to miss work...
I have gone out several times of my body standing in my bed and can�t sleep...
