I don't know what happened to me.
June 5th, 1975, I was a 9 year old kid playing with Johnny West cowboy "action figures". I was happy as could be. I went to bed excited because the next day was my 10th birthday.
June 6th, 2015. I woke up and somehow 40 years had gone by. I was in a different bed and a different house. My Dad, my brother, all my Grandparents and most of my aunts and uncles were no longer living.
I have a wife and an 11 year old son a pet dog.
But, how did this happen?
The only explanation I can think of is I must have made a wish on my 10th birthday. I must have wished for a happy life. A life full of great friends and family. A life where those who got sick didn't suffer and would go to heaven. A life that I could look back on when I turn 50 and say,
"Thank you God for making my life feel like a dream come true."
To all that read this thank you for making my life.
