A Spirit’s Final Wish

 A Spirit’s Final Wish

I was living in Indio, California in 1988/89. At that time, I was working with Palo Verde Imaging. The place was an old building that had a physiotherapy department. The doctors moved to a new building and my employer rented the place to open a general and vascular ultrasound clinic. We had many undocumented Mexican immigrants and they used to pay cash for their ultrasound services.

One day, the second sonographer was away so I was working alone in the clinic. An old  Mexican lady came in with her daughter and her daughter’s husband to check on the status of her daughter’s pregnancy and to see the baby, who was 14 weeks old at that time. They were sent by a doctor to check for viability. We didn’t have 3D or 4D imaging back then, but we could show them the baby’s condition by giving them Polaroid pictures on thermal prints.

While I was doing the ultrasound scan, the baby had a very faint heart and the heartbeat was less than 50 beats per minute. There were lots of amniotic fluid (polyhydramnios) and by the time I was almost finished with the scan and all other measurements, the baby’s heart stopped completely and went to fetal demise. It’s a very rare case to happen during an ultrasound, and this was the only instance I had in my scanning career where the baby’s heart stopped at the end of the exam.

So, I documented the scan on Doppler and M-mode imaging and put it on VHS tape to show to the family that there was no heartbeat. The patient was sad and started crying along with the grandmother. The husband consoled his family, and he took them back to the doctor’s clinic nearby.

On the night of that same day, the grandmother passed away. I was informed by our Mexican clerk who had connections with the family. I was very saddened by the news.

One week later, I was opening the clinic early in the morning when I started feeling uneasy. I felt someone watching me, especially when I go to the ultrasound room. But when I move and go to the other rooms, I feel okay. I thought that it was because of anxiety or some EMF effects. But the ultrasound machines were the same and the rooms were the same, and there were no extra wiring or extra machines in them.

After a few days, I heard a sound of crying that was exactly the same as the crying of the grandmother while she was in the ultrasound room. It really scared me despite being thrown with a lot of paranormal incidents in my life.

The sorrowful sound of the crying made me so sad. I remember turning around in different directions as I couldn’t see this entity and I asked, “How can I help you? Is there anything that I can do?” But all I felt was a gush of wind from the room to the end of the clinic where there was a window overlooking the backyard and the desert.

I told the Mexican clerk about what happened as she was a Catholic and she believed in spirits. We prayed around the rooms when we didn’t have patients.

A few weeks later, the crying sound came back again when I was alone and just opened the clinic early. I felt a presence in the chair where the grandmother was sitting and watching the ultrasound scan.

Then, I remembered the VHS tape I had with me at that time. So I put it in the VCR and only played the part where the baby was still alive and increased the sound volume so that I could hear the heartbeats. I started saying, “Is this what you want to see? This is the baby. He is in God’s hands now, and I am sorry for both of you.” I was really sad, and with tears in my eyes, I told the spirit, “Trust in God as you are a Catholic with faith. Please trust that God will take care of her.” I told Angela, our clerk, to say what I said in Spanish so the spirit could understand. The room lit up and the spirit moved to the back of the clinic. As the spirit was leaving, her hand touched my shoulder, like telling me “Thank you”. I was scared of course, but I felt better knowing that the spirit did care and is now in peace.

Angela also called one of her relatives to come to the clinic and do some cleansing to the place privately. We didn’t want to scare the patients or tell the manager who lives close in town about what happened. After the cleansing, everything settled down. I asked the clerk for us to go to the grandmother’s grave and do some prayers, but she said that her body was taken back to Mexico and buried near her relatives.

Haunted Dimension: A Demonic Haunting Experience

Before the clinic occurrence, I encountered the most horrific demonic haunting. It happened in my new apartment in a compound close to the desert in Indio, California.

It all started by haunting my dreams just a few days after I moved into the new apartment. I don’t drink, smoke, or take any drugs or alcohol. I am in the medical field and I have no anxiety or stress. Things started to get worse when I could see shadows moving in the apartment, watching the window, and pulling my bed sheet. I also had a heavy intense feeling of being watched, and I could hear the sound of a strange language which stopped as soon as I enter the room.

One night, I woke up to drink a glass of water when I saw this figure, a demonic figure standing by my bedroom. It moved so fast towards me and pushed me right back to the bed and started to talk in a very strange language that I never heard before. I know Hebrew, Arabic, Malay, Greek, and even Aramaic but the language was so strange. The entity was about 3 feet long with no neck, ugly-looking hairy face with very sharp teeth, very fat hairy body, and a tail. It had only 4 fingers, like claws, and his eyes were like a cat’s. It scared the living hell out of me. I was so terrified and could not believe what I saw.  

Eventually, I managed to gather my courage and screamed the Lord’s name loudly and prayed. I felt that it was getting weaker every time I prayed, then I yelled my prayers. The entity finally left the room floating more than walking. I ran and left the place and told the compound manager about what I just saw. It was way after midnight. The manager knew me and he knew that I don’t do drugs or drink. He believed me and let me stay overnight in the guest room as I was so afraid to go back alone. He also let me change my apartment and I managed to move the next day. We brought a priest to bless the apartments.

Did something follow me to my apartment? I wondered if that was related to what I saw in the clinic somehow.

Today, the ultrasound clinic already closed down as the other sonographer went to work with the hospital; and I took a job in Calgary, Alberta where I currently reside.

So, what do you think about Dr. Ramsey’s experiences? Was that demon trying to possess him? Were his paranormal experiences somehow related? Maybe the grandmother’s spirit was also trying to tell him something.


           Do we get directions from our dreams that give us insight into the spiritual world that is unseen?   I called it HAUNTED DREAMS.

 My dead family members reached out to me in my dreams to ask me or tell me something that will happen later. Here are my stories of some of those dreams.

  Researches related to Inca ancient times it is believed that dreams of died people are an important sign that must not be ignored. The Torah, New Testament, and the Quran mentioned so many stories about prophetic dreams. The dead ones come to our dreams with a message, advice or warning.

  Psychologists believe that dreams about relatives or friends who have just passed away are because of depression or a feeling of guilt towards them.

  It is also commonly assumed that the dream of a dead person is a sign of unexpected news. I had the similar experience.

 My first prophetic dream started back when I was 6 years old. I am not going throw many of those details that might take pages to write about but I will focus on the most important dreams that haunted me the rest of my life, and make me always think that we are not alone, no matter where we are or in which body states we are. Before I go in detail I had a vision when I was 9 years old. It was not a dream.

My mother supposes to take me with her to visit my father in the political prisoner north of Iraq so she must take a train. My vision was so clear that to this day I remembered so clearly. I saw a train derailed and went out of course and people screaming. I told my mother I don’t want to go with fear. She asked me why. I said the train was going to derailed and we should not go.

I was lucky that my mother was superstitious and listened to me and she believes that children have a gift of intuition, so she didn’t go.

She didn’t lose any money as she usually buys the tickets on the spot. In the same day, the evening news mentioned that the train we supposed to

ride, going from Baghdad to Mousel was derailed and many people were injured without any fatality.

 1- I have 4 brothers and 6 sisters.

 My brother nickname Mohan was 28 years old studying oil engineering and looking forward to getting married to his girlfriend. He used to live with my family and parents in Baghdad city back in 1988. Iraq and Iran war was at the peak. Most graduate students were drafted into the army and those who can pay the service pay allowed doing so. I sent him the money so he will not serve in the army. Then he bought a taxi with the extra money I used to send to my family.

 One evening he left our house in Baghdad to take someone to a nearby town because he wants the extra money from the taxi business as all the government jobs were Holt at that time. But he never returned back home. In few days the police came to our house and asked the family to send someone to identify a body in the morgue at Salheya hospital in Baghdad.

My brother Munir went and identify the body and that was of brother Mohan.

My brother Mohan was shot and killed by thieves of Baghdad with multiple shots in his chest. The passenger was one of those thieves who lured my brother to that isolated town; they killed him and stole the tires, battery and some other spare parts of the car as Iraq was under the USA sanctions at that time.

Later after few months of his death, I started to dream of him telling me that he wants me to check his car seat he put his wallet in the set cushion under his seat driver side way deep and that he wanted me to give the money to my mother as he used to help her allot like me. And then he asked me to pass the letter to his fiance.

 I didn’t put too much attention on that dream. The dream started to reoccur again and again with more ordering tone.I called my other brothers and asked to check the seats, I didn’t tell them about the dream so they don’t think that I lose my marbles.

The car body was taken to police but they never check deep in the seats. They did some fingerprints hair fibers and ballistics and let my family take the rest of the car which they did as they fund that only the battery, tires and the radio were missing.

When my bother checks the seats he found a wallet with about 1200 USA dollars in it, a diamond ring and a letter to his fiance telling her how much he loved her and lucky to have her in his life and planning to marry her in the new year.

My mother asked to donate the money to the poor and to the graveyard caretaker and other orphans. They also passed the letter and the ring to his fiance. I was shocked about such details how the spirits know and how they communicate to us in our dreams but more shocking to me was that they also know the outcome as I saw my brother Mohan again in a dream and he was so happy and thankful that I did that.


 2- My mother name is Mariam Fatima; she was born in Macedonia and later moved to turkey. Married to my father Ramzi and moved with him to Lebanon later settled in Baghdad as my father was working for the royal family in Baghdad.  She passed away in Baghdad back in 1997, from ovarian cancer. She had 11 children.

 I was working in the Kingdom of Brunei – South East Asia. As an ultrasound supervisor for the royal family hospital called Jerudong park medical center. I didn’t pay a visit to my mother funeral or the burial because of the war in Iraq and the problem with traveling to Iraq at that time.

 I had multiple recurrent dreams in which she was talking to me like normally she used to. She asked me that our house in Baghdad will be on fire and crumble and asked me to warn my sisters. And she told me that my father will follow her when the house will crumble. I woke up from the dream, breaking a sweat, and I thought it must be just a stress dream or a mild nightmare.

  But the dream kept coming about three times, same dream, and same message. I told my sisters about those dreams; they told me that it might be because I am missing here so much.

 Then I saw my mother again in multiple recurrent dreams back in 2001.

 I was working in Saskatoon at the royal university hospital. She told me that my older Brother Sam will follow her on Wednesday then she holds his hand and took him upstairs. I kept seen this dream 3 times until one day My brother’s Sam’s wife called me and told me that Sam, had a major heart attack and he was in the valley general hospital in Las Vegas where they lived. I took a flight to Vegas on Saturday and went to the hospital in Vegas. My brother Sam was in a coma after his 4 operations, he was in ICU 4, his car was parked in lot number 4.he and his wife with 2 kids makes 4 of them. Passed away on Wednesday the 4th day of the week as my mother told me in the dream. His body was taken to the morgue in freezer number 4 and then he was buried in the 4th lot of the grave in Vegas close to the Airport.

 In the year 2003, 6 years after the dream of my mother telling me about the destruction of our house in Baghdad, our house in Baghdad city was destroyed and burned to the ground by USA bombs, by mistake.

 The USA was trying to attack the central train station in 2003 near our house and the bombs fell on the houses near our house killing all the people in few houses and injured allot, some of the fragments fell and hit the front of our house started the fire that woke up my father, sisters, and brothers on time to run away from the back door of the house to the garden and then to the street, before the fire took over and all the wall collapsed to the ground.

My sister Amal’s leg was hit by bombs fragments and later she was taken care of by the medics. 

My father was also hit by the bomb fragments in his legs. My father leg got infected and he developed a blood clot in his leg that later killed him with a pulmonary embolism he died the same year 2003 just a few months after the attack, Just as my mother told me.

 In that time I was working in northern Alberta, high-level general hospital.

I started dreaming of my father telling me that he was very happy with me and he was in a good place now and that may help to my sisters and brothers was greatly appreciated by him. Then he told me to help the family to rebuild the house, which I did working hard to pay for it as the USA refused to pay any damages along with the Iraqi government who refused to pay, we were collateral damages and nobody cares.


 3- Dead Pets spirits also can visit us and affect our dreams. My cat Samira passed away in 1998. She was my cat for 5 years I loved her so much and took care of her like my child.

When she died at age 5 she died on my birthday March 12 in my arms. I prayed for her and buried her in Brunei t the large garden at the house I used to rent and put flower garden around her and made it so beautiful corner garden.

I used to look at her grave from my window and pray for her with tears fell from my eyes. At that night I saw her in my dream she was licking my tears and burring and staying with me in bed as she usually does every night

I opened my eyes to see that the bed sheet started to move as she used to do move around and I can see the imprint of the cat feet on the sheet,

 I wasn’t scared at all and just stay still and pray and go to sleep that happened about 4 times in that month and never saw her again. It’s like she was saying goodbye and don’t worry.

 It is important not to ignore this or dismiss it as an impossibility because the dream isn’t your waking life, and there is probably something you can learn from the experience, whether it be about learning to let go of someone or something, or if it is to remind you of the way you felt in the past or to show you how you are feeling now about some aspect of your life.

 This leaves me with a problem since nobody can tell me how I feel; only I know that. So only you have the power to see this for what it truly is.

 As far as I know, seeing someone who has passed in a dream likely has nothing to do with your own mortality or theirs. It could be a gift from God and nature to how we are evolved and that there is a great deal of knowledge that is unexplained to us.  I always think that maybe the departed family member needs help in the afterlife and is trying to contact its descendant on the Earth of existence. To pray for them give to charity in their names and do good deeds, or do some ritual of faith, or warn us of the reality of death and to be prepared.


This is a true story that happened to me back in 1983/ 1984 in Moose factory, North Ontario, Canada.
I Graduated from Fanshwa College in London Ontario back in 1983. I started sending my CV to So many hospitals
 and while I was waiting I worked at the Garage restaurant in London Ontario.I was hired by Moose factory general hospital around mid-June 1983 for as a combined technologist doing  X-ray and Ultrasound. as the previous technologist took a maternity leave. The hospital now is called WeeneebayKo general hospital

I packed my belonging and sold some items and let my landlord knows about my job 2 months ahead so I was renting month to month. I shipped a few boxes by mail to moose factory and took 2 suitcases with me.The hospital HR sent me the tickets and I said my goodbyes to my friends and there I went Flying from London Ontario to Toronto then to Thunder Bay then to Timmins Ontario while the planes Were getting smaller and smaller and I was heading way north. From Timmins went to Moosonee Ontario a small town just across the river from moose factory reserve. The airport service sent my cases in a boat while they sent me flying with a small helicopter crossed the river to the hospital. When I arrived and finished all the paperwork they gave me a nice meal at the hospital restaurant and they gave me free food tickets for the next few days. They also gave me the key to my room at the hospital compound with all the personal items and they gave me a quick tour to the place, followed by a tout to the hospital and the radiology department.When the night sets in I was so tired and slept very well. It was a weekend so I had 2 days free time to check the moose factory town, the stores, and the historical places. The hospital was designed like a double cross shape one Vertical line in the middle and 2 horizontal sections face each other.  It was designed as a TB hospital in the old days. I never thought I will meet a ghost face to face beside the black flies and the sand flies. Two weeks after passed and I was learning a great deal from the doctors and the radiologist who visit the hospital and take rounds. On weekends there was nothing much to do no bars or movies as it was a dry reserve no alcohol sale . People make their own wine and they can cross the river out of the reserve to be able to go to the bars etc. There were lots of house parties to kill the time and meet people.I used to enjoy walking and discovering the place the old churches and cemeteries. One Saturday night I was walking closes to the hospital in the summer night of early  summer 1983 AND I looked up at the hospital window  I saw a native Indian lady watching from the hospital window in one of the wards. She looked around 27 to 30 years old with long dark hair. and deep dark eyes. I didn’t think much of it as there were so many patients who go to the windows and watch. But her dark black eyes were piercing and hard to forget. Sometimes I see her on different nights when I used to get a callback. I waved to her but she just kept watching me. I was so intrigued and asked one of my nursing friends and she told me that there was no one fit her description beside the old women who usually go to sleep very early. We thought maybe she was one of the visitors who used to visit family members. But I used to see her early morning when I used to get a call back very early AM and when I walk to that area beside the hospital her she is standing by the window, when I take turn and go back to the hospital at the 2nd floor and looked in to the  room  that I used to see her from the window .  I look inside the room and I didn’t see anyone standing at all by the window. and I went to the 3rd top floor and no one fit her description either. This blue and white hospital served so many patients for so many years many people were borne and die at the hospital. The hospital also served as a training place for so many nursing graduates from many places in Canada. My friend let’s call her (Lori), she was a beautiful 24 years old beautiful red hair nurse from Nova Scotia. Lori and I were very good friends we do things together and go to stores together, she used to cry on my shoulder while walking in moose factory exploring the place, as she misses her family so much it was her first trip outside her hometown. It was a chilly night of late summer when I had a call to the emergency to do an X-ray on Saturday As usual, I did the x-ray and I took the cassette to the dark rooms to be processed as in those days we used to use a dark room and we don’t have digital imaging yet. In the darkroom, I used to feel that have been watched it used to give me the creep and I always brush it as an anxiety or been tired at night in the darkroom until one day I heard a female voice calling me and telling me I am here, I am here in very creepy faint voice. She doesn’t call my name just she saying the same word over and over again. Scratching the darkroom door from out side back and forth I couldn’t turn on the light in the darkroom otherwise all the films will be burned, so I used to look around under the darkroom red light with fear and telling myself it must be one of my friend playing trick on me, maybe it was Lori, maybe the old man who used to work as a darkroom technician . The voice was of a female voice and there was something different about it, it was like a whispering creepy voice . That happened a few times in my night shift and I asked my friend Lori if she was at the dark room she always mentioned that she was at her compound watching TV with other nurses. The last weekend of September 1983 was the 24th I was walking back from the hospital to my room at the hospital compound when I heard same voice calling me (I am here 3 times ). Not again I said to myself I Turned my face fast behind me to see who was that joker and didn’t see anyone and I kept walking toward the hospital compound opened the door and walked to my room in the first floor said my greeting to those who were watching TV at the common launch at the front of the compound door. When I walked to my room on the right side of the first floor and sat on my bed relaxing and watching my small TV I heard the same sound I am here 3 times , three small stones were hitting my window. at the third stone I stood up and opened the curtain and saw the same Native girl who I saw before at the hospital window.Who are you? And why are you here? I am not allowed to date a patient or let you in the compound, I told her. she looked deeply sad and creepy . Follow me; she said in a whisper like sound 3 times , it was a very chanting but creepy voice. I put my thick jacket and went to the front door to go out and follow that lady and find out  what’s wrong with her. Do you have a call back again? A nurse asked me from the launch it was Lori. Yes, I said and I harried out didn’t know that Lori will follow me. I turned to the right and kept walking looking at the dark long hair lady until I found her at the end of the compound and she said follow me. I was afraid what happened if someone knows here from the hospital saw me with her, what if her native family saw me and asked me why I am flowing her? So many questions came to my head , but it was statuary night and most of the people in their house parties, sleeping, or watching TV, I kept following the lady she was wearing beautiful Indian attire.What’s your name please slow down? – I asked. Where are you taken me, just stop and let’s talk, where are you going? I kept asking. She didn’t answer at all. I remember that every time I came close to her I feel extremely cold .Then I asked loudly, by heaven sake what your name is?Savannah , her answer and kept moving fast to the hospital drive street that was the name of the street hospital drive. she walked  to the Front Street all the way beside the Anglican Church close to the cemetery of the church .I kept asking where you are going will you please stop I don’t want to do anything around the sacred ground or the cemetery OK. ….Follow me, was always the answer. I was really worried because if she wants to talk to me she should be done by now, why she is taking me faraway I was worried if this would be a good idea for a date. She started to pass the edge of the cemetery of the Anglican Church I said I am leaving OK I am tired and I am going back to my place. When I said that she turned and as soon as she turned that beautiful face I saw before turned to an old, very old native lady with no eyes at all deep dark eyes was just a hallow black , white hair and long nails and no face my body was frozen I couldn’t run or move  , I tried , it was like a magnet hold me at that place. It was the scariest moment in my life , very dreadful feeling  ,my heart was beating so fast and I am getting so old . it sent a shiver to my spine , I started praying in my language and said the lord name over and over then I felt better ,the more I pray the more I can move , then running backward and praying to God, and saying leave me alone and turn and run very fast out of the grave yard , when I heard a voice calling me from the street , Steve – Steve what are you doing here why are running . It was Lori, my friend, she followed me for curiosity. I told her we better leave this place at once I was shaken, hold her hand and kept running back to our place. Did you see her, did you see her face? I asked while we were walking so fast back to our compound. Yes I saw you the following someone from far away, I didn’t see who you were following I will tell you the story later. I told Lori. it wasn’t my girlfriend , I wanted to go back to my place as soon as possible.When I reached my place Lori went upstairs to her room where the female nurses lived and went back downstairs to my room where all male workers lived.Shivering ,scared and worried if she will come back again and start praying in my room and put a cassette tape with prayers in my old recorder . I put a rosary at the window , salt and closed the window and doors I was so scared her face and eyes were so dark hollow black. Her nails were so long and sharp. I knew I had met ghost or something. I changed my room I took the second empty room beside my room and made sure that the windows are closed shut and covered the window glass with aluminum foil, locked my door and kept praying until I slept. I never went back to that area and if I go to the Anglican Church I used to go on Sunday morning. Didn’t tell anyone so they don’t think I am dating a patient or a local girl. The past history of the island was full with strange stories, fights, abused local women, rape and killing from the era of the Hudson Bay Company and the fur traders at that time. But later in life the name Savannah came to be a very important name in my life . as later own I found out that I HAVE A DOUGHTIER  from a native girl I met in one of the party she was 26 years old and we dated for 3 days only , she told me that she was on the pills but later become pregnant . I didn’t tell her about the demon woman I saw at all or the name. One year later she called me and old m that she had a daughter/ baby girl from me and that she called her Savannah !!!! She born in march 12 the same day I borne. I left the Island in early April 2014 to work in Windsor ,Ontario.


Thames River ghost in London -Ontario -My True Story

The Thames River ghost in London -Ontario -My True Story

‘Back in 1983 I was Working In London Ontario, and Studying at Fanshawe college. I was working on the weekends so I can pay my bills, rent etc.

I use to live in a small basement studio apartment. The restaurant I used to work for decided to lay off many of the workers including myself, and replaced us with students from the cooking school, so they don’t pay any salary.

I took my employment laid off papers to the EI department, and they told me it will take 2 weeks for the payment to arrive, I started looking for other jobs, and it was hard to find immediate jobs. Someone promised me a job in 4 weeks time. My bank account was almost empty,  I have no money left and my food was running out. I didn’t t know about the welfare system at that time, I didn’t’ know about the food bank either. The fridge in my place was almost empty.

I had nobody to turn to, some of my friends who I knew were out of town for a few months vacation. I started to feel really hungry. So I fasted.

My EI payment still hadn’t arrived yet and when I called them they told me they have some delay in the system and it will take one more week! Those were and still are tactics used by the EI office to push people to find work.

I went to a community center place where some students gathered to study, and I knew that place always provided coffee, tea, and cookies, etc/ But in that day they finish all of the fruit, no cookies left. I waited and I was reading some books and looking at the job advertisements. My stomach started to rumble.

It started to get dark outside, and I didn’t have lunch or any food, my breakfast was a piece of bread that I had, and I put the last drop of peanut butter on it.

I went back home and hoping for better tomorrow to hunt for a job. It was getting darker outside, I started walking back home from the downtown after I failed to find a job. Visited a student friend in my way that we used to study together and I used to share my food with him, But he already had dinner and there was no fruit or bread in the basket in his rented room in one of the houses that used to be owned by a widow who rented the rooms to students 

 I had to leave as it started to get late and the old lady (owner of the house) want to close the front door. So I left walking toward my basement suite. 

I used to take the shortcut to my place but at that night  I turned and I walk at the Riverside bridge, the time’s river in London Ontario, it was nice summer midnight with an almost a full moon. I knew that I wanted to pray to God, that’s why I took that shortcut to the riverside,  as no one watching and no one walked that late at the riverside road. I can still hear the sound of the water hitting the stones, and mild winds caressing the trees, nobody was around, only a few ducks in the river and me.

I stood at the riverside looking at the river and put my hands together and start praying to God in my language, I was really praying from the depth of my heart and soul, I was sad, and tears came from my eyes while I was praying, and I asked God.

Please God, Oh Lord, the creator of everything, almighty and the one and only one who feeds everything in heaven and earth, you created us and all the animals and you feed everyone. I am in desperate need to your help now, I tried hard to look for a job and I will try more, but I am so hungry now, My flesh is weak but my soul is still strong with my faith in you. I trust you God to provide me with a job tomorrow, so I can buy food, please lord don’t forget me, remember my old days when I used to feed the poor and feed my little sisters, I trust you as you are my savior and my provider. Amen.

I stood still and said some prayers, I felt good and I was in peace, but my stomach was hurting.

 I fasted but there was nothing to break the fast within my place, I had water and loaf a bread left, with some wild berries that I collected from the trees and kept them in the fridge.

I started walking toward home and wanted walk away from the riverside to a different street to go to my place to sleep as I was so tired, so I can wake up and look for a job day after .i didn’t tell my story to many people I kept it to myself. Just before I wanted to turn to the other street I saw a white apparition walking on the water pure white figure walking or floating on the river and raised his arm and asked me to move straight and not to turn back to the other road.

I thought to myself this is not happening I am seeing things and my hunger got the best of me. But the white figure still pointing forward and walking until he stopped and turn and he points straight in my direction. 

When I turn my face to see why and to whom he was pointing, I saw folds of papers few meters from me under the street sidelights on the concrete walkway beside riverside. I started walking closer and closer, wow it seems like few dollars or something, it is money! I was getting closer and it seems like money for sure. When I got really close I can see 20 dollars bill, and then when I arrived at it I saw it was a bundle of cash Wow my inner self-screamed, my gosh !!! is it real? it is money. I screamed deep inside me

I stood at the riverside railing, my back at the riverside iron bars and I looked right and left, looking for anybody, any person who might drop this money, maybe he /she will come back to collect the money. Waited and kept looking.

Ten minutes had past and there was no sign of any person, then slowly I reached out and picked the money, my hands were shaking, Who lost his this money?  Was it a trap? I told myself.

My brain told me to stay other 10m minutes and wait, but my stomach screamed at me ‘go to the store fool and buy me food.

So I waited again, and after that, I moved slowly and every 10 yards I stand and look back, but I couldn’t see anyone at all. I felt guilty inside. It was a bundle of money with metal clip holder, no wallet no address. My fist clenched the money so hard. My brain played a trick on me but my stomach started to kick me hard to move on. Hunger was stronger than guilt at that moment.

I turned back to the river to see where that man is and he was gone, no one was at sight anywhere. I just stood at the riverside and said Thank you whoever you are, thank you.

I didn’t know how much money was in that bundle, I started walking to my place. When I reach my place my hands were still shaking I couldn’t open the door. When I finally entered my place I was tired worried and hungry. I set on the chair beside the empty food table; I put the money on the table and opened the fold by removing the clip. Wow, it was six 20 dollars bill, almost one week salary at that time. My stomach was screaming again (now you will feed me) go to the store. I quickly left my place and I walked to Max store closed by and bought milk, bread, cheese, eggs, peanut butter, and a nodule soup. I was still looking back for someone who will claim the money and I hoped that if I found him he will allow me to keep the bread and the peanut butter.

I Came back home and start praying and thank God then I Started eating, and it was the best dinner I ever had in my life, It was like the first time I tested food, each bite was so delicious, I can still feel the after test until now every time I eat peanut butter.

I kneel to the floor and looked from the basement window with tears in my eyes and I said; THANK YOU LORD so much I never doubt you, My tears covered my eyes, I went to sleep in my bed and I was still looking into the sky from my window and slept so good. The next day I woke up, took a shower, brushed my teeth and had my breakfast.

I went to the mall looking for a job. I got a job on the same day in one of the restaurant, with more money than the previous job.

After 3 months I graduated from Fanshawe College and I managed to get a job up north Ontario for one year contract before I moved south, and the rest was history. That’s why I love helping in the food bank, always make sure that those who lose their jobs have enough to eat and feed their kids. Even some basic food you don’t have to give anything fancy. Some people told me it was a coincidence, but I knew then as I know now deep in my heart it wasn’t a coincidence. If it was, why the old white figure pointed me to the money?

I know That was from God himself who provided me and God was and still is in action every second of our life, he is with us, he can hear us and he can do amazing things. Even while we are sleep.

I remembered that I said to myself I should return the money to the police and  I keep the 10% reward but my stomach always tells my brain to shut up and just donate to good cause later, which I did much more and many times over.

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