I'd like to see your skinny white butt live in Elim for a year.
And I'd like to see you live in New York City for a year! It goes both ways.
Heck I'm from a pretty large urban area and *I* don't think I could deal with NYC for a year!
Regardless, while I believe that Greens believes he saw what he saw I personally have a hard time believing it actually happened. Perhaps he was hallucinating or daydreaming at the time.. or perhaps he's remembering a dream he had when young. Also younger children will sometimes take stories they've been told by people close to them (such as parents) and remember it as reality even if that's not how it happened.
My dad told us a story of when his mother died. I was 8 at the time, my brother was 11. We lived in Houston, TX and my grandparents lived in the St. Louis, MO area. He learned that she was ill and on borrowed time, so we hopped in the car and drove off. He was trying to quit smoking at the time and was allowing himself only one smoke every hour. During the drive we were on the Oklahoma turnpike at he looked at his watch and noticed it was 1:03 AM! "Three minutes late for my smoke" he thought so he lit one up and right after doing so he looked in the mirror. He saw his mother sitting in the backseat between us with her arms around our heads. She looked at him through the mirror and said "I love you, son." My dad looked forward quickly at the road and when he looked back again she was gone. It took about ten minutes or so to find the next exit and a payphone and in tears he made some phone calls and found out that she had just died in the hospital, at 1:03 AM.
I'm not quite sure what to believe about this story. My dad swears its true and to be perfectly honest I can remember it happening EXACTLY as he describes. I can remember the exact tone of her voice when she spoke. I can remember exactly how her arm was resting right behind my neck, and I can remember the 'blank' kind of look on my dad's face when he was looking at her in the mirror. There are many very small details that I remember about the incident. But how could I? I was asleep at the time. I didn't even know it had supposedly happened until my dad told us about it several months later, as he kept quiet about it for fear of not being taken seriously. Heck I remember more about the incident than I do about his phone conversation and the restaurant parking lot we were in while he was talking on the pay phone (during which time I was awake!)
So how can I remember all of this about the incident, even though I was so young AND ASLEEP AT THE TIME?! Because I want to believe it. My dad's story is so convincing that even though I may have no real recollection of the incident, my mind makes it real for me. My mom and my brother have no memory about it, but neither of them really ever believed him nor cared about it either. Do I believe that her spirit appeared to him one last time to reassure him of her love? I really don't know. I tend to have more of a logical and less of a spiritual mindset, however I *DO* recognize that there is still a lot out that that we do not understand or even know about. I know he saw what he saw and while it's quite possible he dozed off for a quick second and dreamed it, I also think that would surely be a crazy coincidence. But then again, I'm see some crazy coincidences in my life so I can't rule out that possibility either.
