On the 106th Floor
My husband's cousin, Claribelle Hernandez. She was in the first tower on the 106th Floor -- You see she wasn't supposed to have been there normally. She was only there because she was taking a computer course that her job sent her to. In the dream which I had exactly one month after the incident occurred was that my son and I were extremely angry at the terrorists and my son who at that time was enlisted in Fort Stewart, Georgia was dressed up in fatigues and hands me a bazooka gun. I too was dressed up in fatigues with camoflage on our faces, ready to go find Bin Laden and kill him. In the room was Claribelle's twin sister, Maribelle with a baby in her hands (Maribelle had just had a baby a month before), but I noticed a bright light behind her and then I noticed that it wasn't Maribelle, but Claribelle.
I commented to her saying, "Where are you going? This is your fight too, why aren't you getting ready to go get this guy." She replied, "I can't, I've got to go. It's my time now." And then the bright light and Claribelle disappeared. Then I woke up.
That morning, I got a call from my sister-in-law informing us, that her body had been found in the rubble of the WTC.
I believe in angels so much. We don't know how lucky we are to have such encounters with them. God sends messages to us in so many ways, but when he sends an angel to me it means, I should be honored to enjoy such spiritual bliss.
Thank you for reading my story.