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forests. And forests and streams were plentiful. The little village
where I was born couldn't have covered more than a few
square miles. To the north was the Atlantic Ocean and to the
south were miles of misty, tropical rain forests for a boy to
explore, if he dared. And always there was the perpetual,
subtle call of the ocean, a sea song luring me away to distant
places. The forests also sang, but their songs carried the
soothing comfort of the familiarity of home. Home to me was
this small fishing and farming village, literally cut out of the
jungle by my grandfather and a group of stalwart men.
Year after year the village grew as the inhabitants constantly
fought back the jungle and the sea. It seemed that
both wanted to reclaim the village as a prize. In time, the village
would become extremely prosperous, only to die years
later after I left. In my mind though, it was still my village and
thoughts of those times raced through my mind.
“It is in remembering the times of your strength and
overcomings that you can grow stronger and overcome even
more.” The voice thundered into my head and interrupted my
thoughts which roamed the village streets of long ago. Looking
around, I saw him leaning on a boulder next to mine. He was
dressed like a story-book character, bright colors, strange hat
and cowboy boots.
“Gideon! What are you doing here? Where did you
come from?” The astonishment in my voice startled Rajah.
“Just came from a party. Some folks in another time
and place.”
“I’m beginning to believe you really do the crazy things
you talk about, like time travel and nonsense like that.”
“<strong>You</strong> would do well to believe the things I tell you,
John. Time travel is far from being nonsense. It’s done regu-
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