“We came to a bridge, and once again I saw the same figure. He wasn’t moving, and I asked my dad, ‘Do you see that?'”
When I was nine years old, my dad and I were on our way home from a very important horse show that I hoped would qualify me for the State Fair.
Instead, I had lost my one point. Two years of work down the drain in seconds!
On the way home as we drove down a hill I saw a figure kneeling by a house, dressed in a white robe. Right after seeing him, I said to myself, “If there is a super human being out there, make him give me another chance to qualify.”
A few minutes later, we came to a bridge, and once again I saw the same figure. He wasn’t moving, and I asked my dad, “Do you see that?” He didn’t answer, so I grabbed the wheel and slammed on the brakes.
We skidded across the bridge and almost ran off the road. My dad asked, “What the hell is wrong?” All I could say was, “You almost hit the man! He was on the bridge!” I jumped out and ran back to the bridge. I looked and looked, but he was nowhere in sight.
As I stood there, I felt a rush from my feet out through my fingertips. At that moment, I knew I had qualified for the horse show.
When we walked in the door, my grandma told us that there had been a mistake and I, in fact, had qualified.