Everybody says that they chose to come here, but I didn't. I did not want to come here. I cried, I almost collapsed to the ground. But an old man (who I believed was Jesus when I was a child) put his hand on my shoulder and told me that it would be okay.

In a dream it was shown to me that I was a bank robber in an earlier life. So maybe that's why I couldn't stay there. A place where there was just so much love.

Why do I remember this and nobody else does, they're just being told by others that we chose to be here.

I'm beginning to believe that I was not born but was a walk in. My first memory on earth is my mom picking me up when I was crying and putting me in the hi-chair and feeding me. I'm looking at all the kitchen cabinets and it was like being in a sci fi movie, seeing everything for the first time and just taking it all in, it was all just amazing.

I've tried to commit suicide a couple times and the last time, about 14 years ago, I almost succeeded, but now I want to live and I know I'm supposed to be here by the fact that I lived and didn't die, but, I don't know why and I'm just real curious about that.