Almost two years ago, as crazy as it may sound, my brother was hit by a train. He had broken his back in three places, he had also broken his collar bone, three ribs, and had various cuts all over his body. They had put him on a lot of drugs, so he was in and out of consiousness, for a few days. My mother never left his bed side, in case he happened to wake up. He had been there for two days, ( I think ), And not once did he say a word that any body could understand. My mom finely began to feel the pressure of feeling like she would loose her son, so she broke down and began to cry. Then out of the middel of no where my brother opened his eyes and said, ' Don't cry momma, uncle Willie is taking care of me. ' My mom, being stunned that he had even remembered her, stopped crying and went and held his hand until he fell back asleep. My brother began to get better over the next couple of days, and all we herd about was 'Uncel Willie', who none of us had ever even herd of befor her brought him up. Suprisingly, my brother was out of the hospital in two weeks, with little to no permenent damage. He says he doesn't remember much of being in the hospital but he remembers Uncel Willie coming to see him. Finily after all of that was over my mother was looking at our family tree and found out that my brother and I have a great uncle Willie who we had never gotten a chance to meet because he had passed away befor Either of us were born. I'm not sure if my great uncle Willie was there or if the drugs were making my brother see things but I would like to think he helped my brother in his time of need. How it changed my life:It brought my brother and I closer together.
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