Normal night in Fresno, CA. Dinner was great and television wrapped up a night's entertainment. After routine rituals, I crawled in bed and said my prayers (yep, I still say my prayers, even as a grown man). I drifted off to sleep.
Tossing and turning came to my discomfort through out the night. I kept thinking to myself "I'm never going to get any sleep tonight!" I finally found that perfect comfort zone and floated away, into peaceful sleep.
I remember opening up my eyes, then slowly raising up out of my bed. I rubbed my sleepy face -- Something caught my peripheral vision. I slowly glanced over to my right -- Across the room, over by my desk, I notice two mid-size men cloaked in dirty hoods, having a CONVERSATION!? I thought to myself, "Who the hell is that!?"
As I started to yell at them, they became startled, as though they were not aware I woke up? They both jumped, then ran towards me and out of my open bedroom door, leading into the front room! I lost it! I started screaming, "MOM! MOM! MOM!" She responded as any great mother would do. I told her what happened and both of us slowly searched the small apartment carefully for any burglars. Nothing -- Nobody, but us. We went back inside my room. She prayed over me, asking God for protection. She kissed me on the forehead and promised everything would be alright for the night. She went back upstairs and hell yeah, I slept with the lights on!
Morning came and I woke to the smell of bacon and coffee. Mom and I met in the kitchen for breakfast. She asked, "What artist did you listen to last night?" She told me they sounded great and they put her to sleep. I told her I didn't have any music on. I asked, "What did it sound like?" She said, "He sang an old hymn, acappella style.
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