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Brain Go BOOM!<br />
Author/Survivor: John Cooper<br />
Chapter 4: The Angel and Johnny Cash<br />
W<br />
ho would’ve imagined that I was going to have one-on-one time with both an Angel and<br />
Mr. Johnny Cash?<br />
My angel visited me first. She was<br />
magnificently beautiful. I gazed upon her standing<br />
at the foot of my bed. Her voice was very, very<br />
familiar. I knew her voice. Her hands were soft,<br />
warm and appeared to be young and wellmanicured.<br />
She wore a whitish-yellowish, long,<br />
flowing gown. A blinding bright, sun-like glow<br />
surrounded her from the behind. Her face was<br />
masked by that same glow, which made her unrecognizable. I knew her voice and yet I still<br />
can’t place it to this day. Her gown was blowing inward towards me, but I did not feel a breeze.<br />
I could see myself in the hospital bed looking down and then I was back lying in the bed. She<br />
gently ran her thumb up the soles of my feet and her fingers on the top of my feet several times<br />
while repeating in a soft gentle voice, “Everything is going to be okay, John, everything is going<br />
to be okay, John.” I asked myself who was she?<br />
Once, she completely lifted me off of my bed. She said nothing else during this; neither<br />
did I. I didn’t speak at all. I have never experienced such a high level of tranquility. She then<br />
quietly said, “I have to go now; everything is going to be okay, John.” While facing my<br />
direction, she slowly glided backwards to my right side and disappeared. I’ve never felt so<br />
alone yet peaceful at the same time. I was left with several unanswered thoughts and questions.<br />
Was my time on Earth coming to a close? Moreover, would I be staying here, wherever here is,<br />
and will everything be okay, John?<br />
I was sitting upright in my hospital bed and was awoken by Johnny Cash singing “I Hung<br />
My Head.” He sat on a rolling stool to the right of me about two feet away. He was dressed<br />
sharply in black with the top two buttons of his collared shirt undone. A frosty bottle of<br />
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