When I was 11 years old, I was playing with a friend on the train tracks. Well, I fell and got my foot caught in the railing similar to what happened to Buddy on Fried Green Tomatoes. I could NOT get free and a train was coming. I just knew I was going to die and all I could hear was my friend Donna screaming at me.
The next thing I know, I am across the train tracks lying on the ground with a beautiful lady in a white lace dress looking down at me. She didn't say anything to me, just looked at me. She was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen. Once Donna saw me, the lady just disappeared.
Three years later when I was 14, we went to California to visit my dad's family. We went to his Aunt Ethel's home. She was giving us a tour of her house, and in the last room, there on the wall was a photo of that beautiful lady in the white dress that I had carried me over the train tracks.
It was my great grandmother Ellen who had died in 1953 of stomach cancer.
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