 ur family had only
lived in Louisiana for a couple of months when we
piled into Mama’s
Plymouth Duster and headed back to our home state of North Carolina. It
was the middle of the school year and now I had to be the new
kid on the block once again. I had seen how classmates treated
the new kids before, and it wasn’t pretty. Being
horribly shy and a hopeless introvert had its disadvantages
for this
thirteen-year-old.
In
a lot of ways the new school was my worst fear. I was targeted
by a football jock that swore I was after his girlfriend, some
of the kids made fun of the way I dressed, and because I was shy,
I was automatically labeled “stuck up”.
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I
was there less than a month when it happened. “It”,
meaning a multidimensional experience. The
day was like any other for me, sitting quietly in the back
of the room pretending to be reading while the other kids gathered
in their cliques. My fourth-period teacher excused me from
class a couple of minutes early so I could run a school errand. As
I walked the long empty hallways, it dawned on me that I could
be the first person in the cafeteria for submarine sandwich day! Normally
the lunch lines were so long I often didn’t eat anything,
but today was an opportunity to have lunch with enough time
left over to run my errand.
It
was liberating to have the hallways all to myself. I
picked up speed and momentum with a single goal in mind: submarine
sandwiches. My quick pace turned into a run, and I flew
faster and faster through the corridors. Tennis shoes screeched,
classrooms became a blur. Rounding the last corner, I easily
jumped the final few steps toward my destination. I was
already airborne when I realized the great speed I’d accumulated.Out
of nowhere a brick overhang appeared. I hadn’t noticed
it before. Bam! An explosion of pure white light shot
through my entire body, rendering a sleeplike state over me. As
the light faded, I became aware of hanging in midair as
if I were standing on a magic carpet.
Then
something grabbed my attention. A young lady walked through
the science lab doors. She looked directly at me-suspended
high over the stairs-screamed bloody murder, and disappeared back
into the doors she had emerged from. Her scream rang through
the science building and bled perfectly into the lunch bell
that reverberated through me.
Suddenly
I felt lighter. Enlightened. I was still hovering
in the air when I saw him-some guy lying unconscious at the bottom
of the cement steps. Actually he looked like a rag doll,
I remember thinking. He had a serious knot across the top
of his head. As I stared at the guy more closely, I couldn’t
help but think he looked familiar. That’s when it
hit me.
It
was me!
My head was
beginning to really hurt at this point. Suddenly I was pulled back into
my body in what can only be described as a suction of internal light. When
I open my physical eyes everything was a blur. I could barely
make out the teachers and students as they knelt over me, the
new kid, the local freak show. I was so embarrassed, and
completely helpless to resurrect my body. One of the teachers
was pulling handfuls of hair out of the swollen bump on my head. Ironically,
I was not bleeding. Within minutes my headache subsided and
I was fine.
The
teachers escorted me to the principles office when I lay
down and reflected on what had just happened. I’d had out-of-body
experiences like this one a lot as a kid, but never to the same
extreme. I wasn’t necessarily afraid of the experiences, I
just didn’t understand any of it.
By
the end of sixth period I was fine and went to math class. It
wasn’t until I was on the bus home that afternoon that I
realized I never did eat that submarine sandwich lunch!
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101 True Stories of Angels, Miracles, and Healings
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