I had been over to check on my mother, to be sure she had taken her medicine and to give her some comfort for the evening.  Driving home about 10:30, I looked at cars around me and wondered why so many people would be on the road at that hour.  Why weren’t they home in bed?

I was completely unaware that within a split second I would meet some who were on the road with me…………..

“Where are we?” I asked as I looked around seeing little except that I was sitting on a fluffy white pillow somewhat like a cloud.  No, I’m sitting on a cloud somewhat like a fluffy white pillow!

“Who are you?” I inquired as I surveyed my companions—two women, a child, and four men.

“My name is Judy.  I don’t know what happened.  I was going to the store to get some Tylenol for my husband.  He has a terrible headache.”

“I’m Susan and this is my little boy, Joey.  I had to deliver him to my ex’s house before midnight.  Last thing I heard was an explosion.  Does anyone know why we are here?”

“I think I might have caused the trouble.” confessed Jim.  “My girlfriend and I were fighting so I jumped up to go home.  I revved up my car and swung around a corner…”

“You hit my car and knocked it into the oncoming traffic.  There were a couple of medics hollering, blowing in my mouth, punching my body.  It’s been that kind of day.  I had to work overtime until 9:45.  I just wanted to get home.  I heard a loud explosion.  Anybody know what happened.” asked a fellow who didn’t tell his name.

Identifying himself as Jerry, the third man explained, “I had just stopped to get gas in my spare can.  I needed some to start an old car that I plan to work on tomorrow.  I was sort of stupid to be smoking a cigarette.  I think when your car hit mine, the gas can split open and my cigarette caused it to ignite.  That explains the explosion.  What explains us being here on this cloud?”

The fourth man said, “When I heard the explosion I came over to meet you.  I expected we would be having new residents after an accident like that.  I’ve been sent to tell you that you have all passed from your earthly life.  I will help you find your place for your eternal existence.”

I mused about my question regarding who the people were who were on the street with me.  I have an answer.  It was just normal people living life who were on that city street.


About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. Very thought provoking. In an instant our lives can change.

  2. now isn’t this a sobering tale!!!

  3. We all run about with our heads in the clouds. I’ll be looking at them quite differently now. A very sobering thought, O! ❤️

  4. Faye says:

    A reminder like this is profound. We all should , as we travel day by day, be thankful for this day and KNOW there is no certainty this side of eternity of how many more we will have.
    Hope and Peace! to you and thank you for a significant reminder.

  5. Licirose Lee says:

    always let your loved ones know that you love them .. you never know when its time to go. I love this! should’ve kept it going!

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