Dear Reader,
Remember
me?
Sure you
do. We talked on the way to work that day. You were late and had to grab a bite
to eat. I had a mocha and you were getting pancakes and a sausage to- go.
You said you liked Rock music but now you only listen to gospel. “What’s that”
I said.
Ahh now you remember.
It’s me.
I don’t have much time
so please read carefully.
Pay attention.
Because what
you didn't do that day is really bugging me. Not that any of this is
your fault but I just need to know.
4 days
ago I was in a car accident. We were having a few drinks but
I wasn't driving. Our driver wasn't drunk. So I don’t get
it. But for whatever reason, the side of the car where I was sitting got side
smashed. The driver is ok. My friend behind her isn't. But I’m the
only one that died.
You read that
right.
I'm dead.
It
sounds crazy to me too. Crazy that I can even do this, but I've been seeing some
crazier things in the last few days. I felt my spirit leave my body. This is so
unheard of. I could actually feel this. I could actually see this.
Now, right now, I’m in a holding cell waiting to go to a place that I
thought was fiction. Nobody told me about this. My parents were not Christians.
My friends, the ones in the accident weren't either. But you were.
They say that because I didn't know Jesus, the historical figure, I’m
sentenced to eternity in Hell.
Hell.
I’m
completely terrified.
You
seemed so nice why didn't you say something? We had to talk for like
10 minutes why didn't you bring it up? They gave me one last chance
to write someone. So instead of writing all of my none Christian family and
friends, I decided to write the one Christian with whom I had direct contact
with about the matter.
Maybe you’ll do it
difference next time.
Please tell my family
and friends I love them.
Tell them not to come
to this place.
I hear heavy footsteps
coming now.
I guess my time is up.
Sincerely,
The Guy you met
P.S,
Wish you were here
