by March Claire

Created on: October 08, 2009   Last Updated: October 17, 2009

I woke up confused. Last thing I remembered was the panic and chaos of the wreckage, then blinding white lights and the smell of death, which I linked to be a hospital. Then my eyes slid shut and it seemed only a second later did they arise again, to an even more blindingly white light. I was in a room. A large, white room. I shift my weight from my left side to my right, unsure of why I was here and where exactly "here" was. Then I heard a voice.

"My child," it began, in a deep, echoing voice. It lacked the usual menace that ominous voices usually carried, which led me to believe it was not human. "Please. Have a seat."

As if on cue, an equally white couple of chairs appeared, sitting across each other with a table separating them. I wearily walked over to the one closest to me, and sat down.

"Now that you are seated, I assume you wish to know why you are here," the voice sounded closer now, but I still had not an idea of where it was coming from. "I shall get to that in a moment. First, let me introduce myself."

There was suddenly a door on the opposite side of the room. It opened with an extreme burst of light, and there was a shadow in the doorway. Using my skills of deduction, I figured it was human, and about six foot tall. The light dimmed, and only then did I see who had been speaking to me.

It was God.

"My child, do not fear me, for I am the Lord. You are not being punished," He walked in a way that seemed more like he was just gliding along the floor. He had a surprising sense of calm about him that immediately enveloped me. "I simply wish to answer your inquiries, for I have heard you have many."

This was true, for in the days before my crash I had started wondering about religion, and it's purpose. I asked many questions to my priest, who marked me off as another confused child. Considering my age was working against me in this matter, I looked to the experts. They also laughed me away. Disheartened and still oh-so curious, I started praying to God. I wanted an interview with Him, a Q and A of sorts. All this spilled through my mind as I realized He had received my prayers.

"I caused that automobile accident on purpose. Do not fret, for your mother is safe. I caused the accident so I could speak with you," He was wearing flowing white robes and his hair was about shoulder-length. All in all, he looked much like... Well, He looked like God. "Now, my child, you seem at a loss for words. A penny for your thoughts?"

"You look an awful lot like the God they

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