Eyes of Babes

Name:            Seth I. Lesmeister
Email:           seth_lesmeister@hotmail.com
Location:        My home
Anonymous:       
Type:            Ghost
Date:            Friday, January 07, 2000
Time:            09:37 PM

Back in 1981 when I was approx. three years of age, my mother and I lived in a fairly poor apartment building. My mother was on welfare at the time and I was a sickly child with pneumonia. Due to the fact that I was three and a half months premature I had a week immune system.

One evening when my mother decided to relax and read a book in the living room, she got a weird sensation that someone or something was behind her. She immediately turned around and to her amazement there were two boys hand in hand looking at her. My mother informed me later on that one of the boys was about the age of eleven and he was holding hands with a little boy of the age three or four. She stated that they were normal looking boys, however; they had literal dog eyes.

The older boy proceeded to guide the little one and turn to walk up the stairs. My mother, (being a mother) due to the fact that I was upstairs sleeping in my room; proceeded to follow these boys. Sure enough they walked directly into my room and the older boy picked up the little boy and sat him on my chest. As I breathed in and out with sleep, the little boy entered my sinuses as if he were smoke. The older boy then turned, looked at my mother with a solemn face, and walked out of the bedroom. My mom followed and asked him in a demanding voice "What on earth was that all about? What did you enter into my son?" The older boy ignored her and walked down the stairs and through the door.

On my next checkup with the doctor I no longer had pneumonia nor have I ever again. To this day, I wonder whether this little boy that entered my lungs was the healer of my illness. I was close to death at birth due to being such a preemie and I was close to death with constant pneumonia problems. I know whether or not that boy was the cause of my life or the cut off of my death.