IT was early in the afternoon; I almost finished my discussion with my divorce attorney. As per the agreement I gave up the house and half of retirement savings. My girl friend was keep calling me “What taking you so much time? I looked at through the windows and saw that heavy snow is hitting Chicago badly. Finally I wrapped up my discussion and left the building. I decided to skip the lunch and drove straight to my home. The road was so slippery and hard to drive. I tried to turn left at an intersection and a mini truck from opposite direction hit my car. I could not remember anything what happened to me after the collision. I lost my conscious and felt like I am in deep sleep. After a while, I heard a male voice which was so familiar to me but I could not understand any word who spoke to me. Since, I am raised as Catholic. I had the feeling that the mail voice might belong to a priest. I thought it was the time for my last confession before my death. Even though I felt severe pain, I started to speak all the sins which I committed since my high school. I had no memory whatever happened before my high school. I almost said ten sins, and then I lost my conscious. After a while, I regained my conscious and I felt I am in total darkness. I had the feeling I am on the way to death and I cannot neither view nor hear anything. I saw three stars in the darkness which appears to grow slowly. The light from the stars really bothered me and hit me harder. Finally the light from the stars really opened my eyes. I saw the ER doctors and medical staff was standing nearby. I heard doctor said “bleeding from the brain is totally stopped; we can take him out of the ventilator”. After a while, they put me under sedation and I fell in sleep.
Next day morning, my doctor told me “It was a miracle that you survived, there was a bleeding inside the brain, and somehow it stopped”. Previously, the doctor advised my girl friend to inform all the relatives since my chance of survival was thin. I was on Ventilator for 2 days. I had to go for a rehab therapy and doctor told me that I will be on wheel chair for six months. I was transferred to rehab center and they started my therapy. My son came from out of state and I told him about the familiar miracle voice which I heard after the accident. He told me it could be some bad dream. After six months of therapy, I was able to walk by myself and discharged from the rehabilitation center. I came back to my house but still that miracle voice was haunting me. I knew that voice belongs to someone I know in my life. On a summer day late evening, I was standing in my driveway and a car stopped. A young man came out of the car and said “How you are doing”, he introduced himself as my previous neighbor’s son, they moved out of my neighborhood several years back. It was little dark outside and I could not see his face very clear but I could realize him. He is my son’s childhood friend both are in same age. I was their middle school basket ball coach. His name was William Smith and realized that his voice matches with the miracle voice that I heard after the accident. Bill told me that he is working as a part time ER technician and goes to school other days. He took the call while I was in car accident. He told me that he identified my car very easily and my car was in very bad shape. He pulled me out of the car and he put me on ventilator device. He told me that ER doctor in the trauma center was very good and hoped I would get good care. Next day morning, I called my son and told him that the miracle voice belongs to his childhood friend William Smith. My son told me “you may be mistaken, Bill died few years ago, they moved to North Carolina from Chicago”. I was quite puzzled and decided to investigate further. I found the name of the ambulance company- Superior Emergency Services from the police report and called them. The receptionist acknowledged William Smith was the ER technician on my accident day but she refused to give his address. She said “He quit the company last week”. I told her it is a family emergency and she was kind enough to give his cellular number. I called his cellular phone but it was disconnected. I made an on line reverse phone number search and found the real address associated with the phone number.
I went to his apartment next day and knocked the door, no one answered. I talked to his neighbor who said he may be moved to different place. He saw him carrying big boxes and rarely speaks to anyone. He gave me the address of property manager’s office. Soon later, I went to the property manager’s office, he said William Smith already left the town to live with his aged father. He sold his car few weeks ago and shipped all his belongings to his parent’s home. The property manager did not know his home address or phone number. I was totally confused with this mystery man and had no know clue how to proceed further. After weeks of research, I finally found out the phone number of my previous neighbor they were living in a small town in North Carolina. I called him one day and said “I will be coming to your town for a visit and would like to visit”. He seems very happy and gave me his address. I went to visit my neighbor’s house in North Carolina and it was not a pleasant visit. He was totally heartbroken. His only son died few years ago and his only daughter is suffering from Pancreas Cancer. I told him about my miracle survival from the accident and the miracle man whom I met afterwards. I told him that his voice was very similar to his son’s voice. I went through his son’s album and I could not identify any resemblance between him and mysterious man. I stopped the quest for this mysterious man and he still lives in my dream.
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Agonizing Confession
