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It was late at night...
I was four years old...
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 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...
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...
I was a machine operator responsible for running and operating a thermoformer or press that makes bubble wrap...
I was driving in my car, normal daily activities, to my friend's house...
