Hey, I was looking up "Hat Man" and I was wondering if you have seen him or dreamt about him?
First I saw it. It was a Saturday morning when I was like 9 or 10 years old. I was watching Saturday morning cartoons and went into my Mom’s room; he was standing there as real as a living person,about 6 feet tall and was black as pitch. I could not make out any facial features but he was looking straight at me. I couldn’t speak or move for a few min then just walked out and into my sleeping grandmother’s room. I walked back in like 30 min later after praying and it was gone. A few nights later I had a dream about it in which it was all black but I could still see him because somehow he was even darker than the surrounding darkness (If you can even picture that). And in the dream I was fully aware that I was just frozen and looking at him for like 7 hours.
I was flirting with a really cute guy who is into rock climbing and is a geology major. He was hinting that I should go outdoor climbing with him and I could have gotten his number but my little brother was there and I was in my pajamas so I did the whole “Nice to meet you, see you around hopefully” and took off. I need to not feel awkward in situations. At least I’m making progress. :/
Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year-old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, “Yes, I’ll do it if it will save her.”
As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, “Will I start to die right away?”.
Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.
“One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. “Which road do I take?” she asked. “Where do you want to go?” was his response. “I don’t know,” Alice answered. “Then,” said the cat, “it doesn’t matter.”—