Chapter 6

I was sitting on the bed of a sixteen-year-old boy, whose father killed him, and as he died, my soul was sent into his body. I was staring at a laptop, praying that I had an answering email.

Could life get any weirder?

Let's see...

At forty-three years old, I died in a car / truck accident and got miraculously misplaced into the body of a dying fourteen-year-old boy. The boy suffered massive head injuries, which necessitated agonizing several surgical procedures, and barely survived.

The mother of the fourteen year old was smoking hot and as attracted to me as I was to her, and we had an extraordinary love affair.

Yep. Weird.

The fourteen-year-old boy's mother went to work in a bank that was a front for laundering billions in drug money, and was marked for murder when she accidentally came across misfiled account documents. After her murder, the mafia paid off members of the FBI to kill me. The attempt failed, necessitating a long stay in witness protection for me, my attorney, my physician, and my attorney's father and mother.

My attorney and physician entered with me into a most excellent three-way affair, which greatly pleased me. Once things started to look safer, and we left witness protection, both of my girlfriends left me for greener pastures but remained close friends.

Ready to admit it? Weird, right?

While on a solo houseboat trip through Florida, I met and fell in love with a dying little child. Her mother started an energetic affair with me, but we both failed to find a deep connection.

However, I LOVED the little girl and managed to fund a trip to Sweden, where the world's leading expert could treat her for her rare condition.

After my attorney, Colleen, and my physician, Rebecca, fell back into love with me, we flew to Sweden. There we boarded a chartered super yacht for a slow cruise to Italy, where we could meet up with Mr. and Mrs. Bell, Colleen's parents. During the early stages of our cruise home, I was shot to death by the mafia and ended up here, sitting on the bed of a sixteen year old boy, in Deland, Florida, hoping against hope that I could reconnect with the people I loved.

I win! Weird!

What I did know was that it seemed impossible for a man to hurt in his heart any more than I was. Rather than pretend to be noble and strong, I allowed the tears to fall. There didn't seem to be any reason to resist the sadness that covered my life like a funeral pall. In the past, in both my lives, I usually – well, eventually - fought off the darkness as it closed in on me. After gaining and losing everything, then gaining and losing everything again, there seemed to be no point in fighting any more. If Rebecca and Colleen could not wrap their minds around this, then I had to give them up, forever.

I didn't know Carol had come in until I felt her arms go around my shoulders. She apparently peeked in and saw my tears and felt I needed a mother's love. "Shhhhh ... David ... it'll be Ok. IT takes time to figure these things out, but you have plenty of time. So let it work out slowly, and don't let the fear and sorrow become stronger and stronger.

"Your father is gone. He won't be coming back to hurt you anymore. You're healthy, even if your memory has taken a lunch break. You're young, strong, good looking, and healthy. It will come back, and if it doesn't, then it doesn't.

"That only means you get a pass for everything mean thing you ever did. You have a chance the rest of us never get, to do it all over, be a better David, live a better life, and be the person you always hoped you could be, down deep inside.

"We're here for you, and we're not leaving. Don't cry, my big, strong, boy. I promise you, it will get better. And maybe you could learn to have a friendly relationship with the girls and me, instead of just coexisting in the same space. I know we'd love that."

She left me, and went to bed.

After a quick shower, I decided to check for an email from Colleen, knowing it wouldn't be coming.