I do have an unusual but wonderful story about my life. I was under the impression, until I was 50 years old, that everybody remembered the time before their birth, their birth, and their very early childhood. I found out differently through an impromptu conversation with my mother and sisters when they were visiting me and my wife at our home on an early spring day – a lovely Sunday afternoon in 1994.
After reading my story, people will either accept it as the truth or initially reject it because it is almost difficult to believe. But, it will plant a seed in everybody with a sense that there is a living human being in a woman’s womb before that child’s birth.