i am running. i don't know what i'm running from until i see something.
i set my eye on what seems to be a glimpse of light. headlights? streetlights? a town ahead? what is the light? should i follow it? or should i just stop right here? maybe i can seek help by this sight of life. hopefully i can figure out something.

the next thing i know, i'm wearing what seems to look like a white gown, long and beautiful. my hair is blowing, but not everywhere. a calm breeze that made my hair like waves in the ocean. now i ask myself again? where am i? why am i here? did i do something wrong? why have i stopped running?

suddenly a voice calls me. "you are in heaven, my dear child. you have been the person i have called to be a guardian angel. can you do this for me, my child?"

i look up, and say,"sir, i don't know you that well, but i would love to be an angel for you. but why am i here?"

"only you can answer that question, my dear angel" the unknown spirit said, "i haven't an answer for you. that is why you must go to back to earth and tell people of me."

i am still confused. "but WHO ARE YOU, sir?" it was silent for what seemed like hours, but was only a couple seconds. "i've heard about you, but have never caught your name?"

the voice was silent. i fall to the ground, and start crying.

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