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The Voice: True Story
In the summer of 1956 at around 2:00 am, I
woke up to someone calling my name. There was a
street light that lit up the yard; I got out of bed and
looked out both windows.
The voice was at a distance at first, faint, then it
became a little louder and closer. The next thing I
remember was that it was right near me. I don’t recall
much after that. Next, I remember waking up and
running down the hallway to my sister's room and
asking if she heard anything. Then I went to my
mother's room, and she did not understand anything.
After this experience, my whole belief system
changed. It was as though I had been told not to get
tied up in a human-made religion, and instead should
search for the truth. So, I have.
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