So, I'm checking the mail the other day, wind blowing very hard, iron door shuts on me "against" the wind. (Quick head turn), I'm like, "Ok, who's trying to get my attention?" Step out of the mail room and there she is, what appears to be a girl around 20, long dark hair- straight out of the 70's hippie look- looks up at me then vanishes. I say, "Ok, now I know who you are." I tell her, "I'll tell Mary and we'll be back soon for you." Mary and I, being so busy, hadn't had a chance to help her yet. Well, last night, I checked the mail and went home. Laying in my bed, my son Zach comes to tell me goodnight and says, "Whoa!" I look up, he steps out then steps back in, in shock. Tells me he saw a hippie looking girl with long dark hair sitting Indian style at the foot of my bed with a sad look on her face looking at me.(he didn't know about my mailbox experience). I told him about the mailbox girl and gave the description, he said,"That's her!" I said, "Yes, and we need to help her. I'll show you how." I called in Ian, other son, and said, "Let's all hold hands in a circle and help this girl to the light." We all held hands. I closed my eyes and saw her staring at me frightened. I assured her everything was ok, she no longer needed to be here. Told her to look at the bridge. I saw her look at it. Told her to cross it. She was very reluctant. Finally,after much coaxing and explaining, I got her to cross the bridge and walk into the light. She kept looking at me as she went in, I'll never forget it. People are always so reluctant to go in. It breaks my heart. I wish they weren't so afraid. Anyway then, right as I started to say, "She's there", Zach released my hand. I said, "She's there." He said, "I know, she was holding my arm tightly when you were talking to her Mom, but she finally let go. That's how I knew." He looked at me in amazement. They both did. My sons always believed in what we do. They have always experienced ghosts and strange things, but this was a new level for them. Especially for Zach, he had the full experience. He fully gets it now. And, by the look on his face, I know he'll be helping us in the future. He was touched by this experience. It was beautiful. Mary, looks like we have another helper, praise the Lawd.
The Mailbox Girl
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