A Grandfather's Greeting

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I was riding my motorcycle and a drunk driver pulled into my lane and hit me head on. I flatlined for about a minute and the paramedics revived me. I was in a coma for two months and not expected to live through the night. While in a coma, I saw
my grandfather who died one year prior to this. He walked up to me and said, "Jeffrey, you are going to be fine, don't worry about anything." Then he gave me a hug and started walking away, but then he stopped after about three steps. He turned around and looked down at me and said, "I'm going to go talk to our Lord about this right now."

My grandfather was 88 when he passed away, but when I saw him during my comatose state, he looked like he was about 35. It was unreal, and I have no doubt that God and heaven exist.

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