As I remember, that day was Saturday, January 25, 1997….a bright and beautiful day, the sun was shining brightly and it was neither hot nor cold. I was working a client up in Pompano Beach, Broward County, and the drive was the better part of an hour or so, most of it being on the I-95 expressway…a 4 or 5 lane highway northbound and the same southbound. I-95 is much traveled and has a nasty reputation for the number of accidents and their high mortality rate, not to mention the crazy drivers that abound in it. I was not that far away from my destination, still on the highway, when there was like a flash of light that hit my eye…and in that flash of light I saw a gun…a nickel plated snub nose revolver. I blinked…shook my head…and wondered where the heck that came from and I concentrated on my driving on the highway.
On a bright day like that it’s easy to get a reflection from a passing car and that’s exactly what I thought it was…even though there weren’t that many cars out that beautiful morning…so I just kept on driving and in a few more minutes…like maybe 10 or so…I came to my exit in Pompano and I drove to the beach where the client and the ad-trailer were waiting for me and my pickup. Several traffic lights down the road I came upon the connecting bridge to the beach and stopped at the traffic light on the bridge because the bridge was up as there was a sailboat passing.
As I was waiting in traffic I heard a voice (sounded far away or faint) in the middle of my head telling me – ahora vienen los golpes – which in English that means – now come the blows or in Spanish street slang/usage it would mean now come the hardships or hardships are coming….
I even looked around just to make sure that no one had snuck into the bed of the pickup without my realizing it….South Florida being the magnet for weirdoes that it’s become lately (just listen to the news)….but nothing…I was alone and left wondering how the heck that voice had gotten inside my head, not to mention who had done it.
The day went by without any further incident. After crossing the bridge I quickly went to the client’s place….hooked up the trailer ad….and went about my route and had a wonderful day. Afterwards I drove home and to my surprise my brother was waiting for me….and after a few minutes of ‘hi how are you, etc.’ he told me that father had shot himself that morning….
Yes the timing coincided with my visions/experience I had that morning but I didn’t say anything about that for some time. I got busy calling the State Department because my passport had expired but was unable to get help so I couldn’t travel that day…had to wait till Monday to do everything then head to the airport and fly to Asuncion, Paraguay, which is where dad had been living for the last 30yrs or so.
Missed the funeral but not the family gathering which was the important thing for me.
There are no answers for me in this….only questions. That experience is what brought me back to the church and God. When I finally did talk about this with my family…most of them stayed looking at me with a blank look…some said/advised me to go see a doctor and get my head examined. The only one with a constructive question (and also intelligent) was one of my cousins in Houston. And she asked me whether that voice was a female voice or a male voice. It was a male voice. But it was so faint/far away that I still can’t for sure say it was dad’s voice.
So there you have it…my encounter with the unknown…which made me realize/come to grips with the fact that we are all walking on a path….individually... that will lead us ….(where we want, I think, but not sure)



