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in another place right
away.
    I stood at the edge of a deep ravine,
a gorge. It was deep and black. I somehow knew it was bottomless. A
narrow wood-planked bridge connected to the other side. Behind me
was the car accident. I didn’t look back, but I knew it was there.
I knew a lot of people had been hurt. I knew something had changed
forever.
    I stepped onto the wood bridge,
supported by worn, aged ropes, and began to walk. Slowly. I didn’t
bother looking down. I sensed that if I did, the weight of the fear
would pull me down into the abyss. I stared forward at the rocky
cliff face ahead. One foot after the other. Carefully.
    A tall, lean figure appeared at the
end of the bridge. He stood waiting for me. My eyes locked onto his
and I kept walking. I felt anxious as if I was expecting to fall
off and become lost down below. It would be so easy. But something
in the figure’s eyes calmed me. I knew who he was then. I had seen
him before. I wasn’t scared anymore. I was nearly there. I wasn’t
going to fall.
    I stepped off the bridge into a lush
green pasture, a wondrous field filled with colorful flowers. I
never looked back. I was filled with relief. The figure opened his
arms and I embraced him. I wept uncontrollably.
    It was Jesus.
     
    I awoke in the hospital
again.
    The lights were dim. The room was
empty. The tube was missing from my throat. I knew it was sometime
in the middle of the night. The air was quiet with a slight chill.
After a few minutes of doing nothing but breathing and staring
straight ahead, I began to test my limbs, to make sure I had them
still. My fingers were first, then my toes. They were there.
Everything in between as well. I was all intact. I took a long deep
breath of relief.
    I turned to the right and
saw a jacket slung over a chair. I didn’t recognize it. But the
room was empty and I was suddenly wide awake. I found myself
thinking back to the dream I had. I wondered what it had meant, and
how real it was. Had I died?
    Then the door opened and a nurse
entered, wearing the usual hospital garb: blue pants with matching
shirt and white sneakers. She held a clipboard. She looked
surprised to see me. She was tall and lean, with red hair cut short
and cute. She was far better looking than the last. She smiled and
walked over close.
    “ Awake finally. How are you
feeling?” she said.
    I nodded. I don’t know why I didn’t
speak.
    “ My name is Amber. I’ll be
taking care of you during the nights. Are you thirsty?”
    I nodded. My mouth felt like old
paste. I was suddenly very self-conscious of my
appearance.
    Amber smiled again. She poured me a
cup of water from the pitcher on the stand, raised my bed so I was
in a sitting position, and handed me a small cup. It was white with
a fancy floral pattern and made out of paper. I took it and slowly
began to drink. The water was cold and refreshing. It hit the
spot.
    “ Would you like a Jell-O
cup? Or a popsicle?”
    “ No, thanks.” I
lied.
    Amber messed with my pillow, I didn’t
mind. She fluffed it up and centered my head ever-so gently. She
had a soft and delicate look to her. I guessed that she was in her
early twenties. Her hands were small and clean. Nails were polished
with a light pink shade. And she smelled nice. It was easy to get
used to. I knew then that I would spend my days sleeping, so I
could be awake during the nights.
    “ Well then, do you feel
like having company? There’s someone waiting to see you. She’s been
through an awful lot in the past two days and I promised her that
as soon as you woke I would let her know.”
    My mother, I thought. I nodded.
“Sure.”
    Amber smiled approvingly. “I will go
get her. Here.” She handed me a small remote with one button. “If
anything happens, just press that button and I’ll be here in a
flash. Okay?”
    I nodded again.
    “ Okay. I’ll be right
back.”
    Another smile, then she walked away. I
could still smell her perfume wafting in the air. I set the remote
on my