I have known all my life that I was different from others. I would see deceased people during my awake hours. My last experience was a tough assignment. I had a young deceased boy, around ten, dressed from the fifties, come to my home, follow me in public, and always with the same message.
I could not hear words, but knew in my mind what he was saying. He wanted me to find someone with the nickname, "Boots", and tell her that he, "Tommy", was alright. I did not know anyone with that name, but kept an open ear through all conversations with strangers.
Several months went by and Tommy would not leave me alone. Then one day, I happened to go to a courthouse to get my car tags. I heard one of the clerks call another clerk, "Boots". I could feel Tommy pushing me to tell her. I pulled her off to one side and told her about Tommy, what he had to say, what he looked like, and what he was wearing. She said she did not know of a relative like that, but she would talk to her family.
I did not see Boots for a long time and then one day she came up to me in a store. Her face was white and she was so nervous. She said family had told her of a cousin, Tommy, age 10, that had died in the fifties from polio. She was totally beside herself. She was born 12 years after his death. Tommy got his message out and I have not heard from him since.
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-Rachel 😆