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August 28, 2019

ANOTHER MIRACLE (Fiction)

    I took it as a blessing. Everyone else took it as a curse. Then again, they didn’t see what I saw, or hear what I heard, so they probably had the right to think that. I thought that being trapped in Heaven was the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced, or ever will. 

In Heaven my mom, dad, and everyone else was a blur to me. 

    Only God wasn’t.

    In Heaven, all the people I loved and had passed were there just waiting for me. It was so unreal. I remember hearing so much laughter and joy. Nothing sad was in me. Not even that the people on earth I’d loved weren't there. That regret only came across me once, but I  let it go, and it was gone.  

    After that, my mind was filled with memories of the accident. 

    Let me start at the beginning, which was why I had been in Heaven.  It was a Friday, and I was so happy that it was Friday.  Not that we were out of school yet, just that it was Friday. 

I remember jumping up and down at recess, so happy. Yeah yeah, we get it. Get on with the story already.  

J    ust before the accident, I was eating on the bus, as per usual. I didn’t expect to die at that moment. I was just watching YouTube, and eating my sea salt and vinegar chips. I was surprised I didn’t get caught, considering the smell was putrid, and that the bag had been the loudest bag I had every heard.

As I stared at the screen, I watched kids getting off the bus out of the corner of my eye. I was also paying close attention that my sister was okay, like I always do. We were on the street that was covered in woods, which is where people most expect a wreck to happen. 

    That’s what I had thought too. 

    I was just a happy healthy kid eating when all of a sudden, I hear a crack.  I just thought it was a tree, but it was a car. It sent the whole bus flying, rolling down the muddy hillside in Ohio.  I remember screaming, blood going everywhere, and doing my best to look at my sister to make sure she was okay. Then I remember the bus stopping, but me passing out, or blacking out.  

    That’s when I first arrived in Heaven. 

    I saw Jesus, God, and the Holy Spirit there waiting for me along with my family, and the people who passed who loved me, or I loved.  

    The first people I saw was my Great Aunt Carmen. Her smile was too big to explain.  Her laughter and warmth filled me more than any other human ever did.  She looked young, and all her wrinkles had vanished. She was too pretty to look at for very long. 

    Next, there was John, the apostle.  He was the most warming guy I think I ever had seen. He hugged me and told me he was pleased to have me. I will never forget that as long as I live. Well, until I see him again, forever. 

    I don’t exactly remember all the people that were there greeting me. But I clearly remember John, the Trinity, and my Great Aunt Carmen. They were the happiest people I had ever seen in my life, even among the others in Heaven.

    It wasn’t just everyone in Heaven I heard. Below me, in the hospital room, I could hear my mom and dad talking to the doctors, but not very clearly.  I remember crying because they weren’t in Heaven with me. It was odd. I was still in Heaven, but on Earth too. I heard everyone from my grade at school praying for me, asking God to save me. But, I didn’t want to go back. Heaven was the perfect home. 

In Heaven, no none was mean, or spreading rumors about you.  Everyone was sisters and brothers. 

    But, it wasn’t my time to stay.

    What this experience taught me is that God has a plan for all of us. Whether it is to die young, or to die really old. My mom always tells me, if you die, your work on Earth is done. You’ve done your part. And that’s why I lived. I wasn’t done. God wanted me to spread his message to all of you reading this. The reason I surveyed isn’t because I’m lucky, but because me, my family, and friends didn’t stop praying and believing. That’s the real secret, folks. 

    God has a plan for you, you just have to follow it. 


    Julia Huffman an eleven-year-old who lives in Cincinnati, Ohio. She loves playing volleyball, horseback riding, and hanging out with her friends and her five siblings. She was one of Carabelle's first fans!