I lived in Omaha, Nebraska and the year was approximately 1972. I worked for a merchant's warehouse and worked with a gal who was divorced and had two little boys, about three and four years old. Her personality was quite raw; she used profanity, even in normal conversation. One day, she and I were working together, bored more than likely, and got to talking about anything and everything. We talked about putting puzzles together.


She told me she could put a puzzle together in one night. I told her she was full of it, but she said, "I will bet you I can." So we made plans for her to spend the night with me and put a puzzle together.

As the time got closer, she talked about it, and I decided I didn't care to spend the night with her, so I called her and lied about something, telling her it wouldn't work out. Well, the night we were supposed to put the puzzle together, she instead went out drinking. While going home, she was in an accident and eventually after a week, died. I felt so quilty, just knowing I was the reason she died. If I would have had her over, she would still be alive. I went into depression.

One night after going to bed, the phone rang. I answered the phone and what I heard was, "Goddam it, I'm okay." Her usual way of speaking! After that, I didn't suffer the depression, but couldn't figure out: if it was a spiritual communication, why was it in words of the Lord in vain? Someone told me that I knew her to speak that way; if it would have been different, I would not have believed her.

So I am a true believer of life after death.

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