Message:
Part 2 from my last message:
We got to know each other. A year later, we got married. We had a baby girl. Two years later, we opened our own restaurant. And one day—I cut my hand again. Same spot. Same scar.
Of course, everything healed, and I'm fine. But the fact remains. A cut in the same place!
And now? I’m happy. I really am.
I like your project, and I just wanna leave my story here. First, because I’ve seen you publish things like this, and I wonder if anyone else has gone through something similar—or at least, if anyone can explain what happened to me. I know it was real. But I’ve had no one to tell, and it’s been over ten years. The scar’s still with me. Please, someone just tell me—what was that?
And second, I want this story in your book. I want people to know things like this can happen. Maybe then, folks won’t feel so crazy for having their own strange experiences.
Part 2 from my last message:
We got to know each other. A year later, we got married. We had a baby girl. Two years later, we opened our own restaurant. And one day—I cut my hand again. Same spot. Same scar.
Of course, everything healed, and I'm fine. But the fact remains. A cut in the same place!
And now? I’m happy. I really am.
I like your project, and I just wanna leave my story here. First, because I’ve seen you publish things like this, and I wonder if anyone else has gone through something similar—or at least, if anyone can explain what happened to me. I know it was real. But I’ve had no one to tell, and it’s been over ten years. The scar’s still with me. Please, someone just tell me—what was that?
And second, I want this story in your book. I want people to know things like this can happen. Maybe then, folks won’t feel so crazy for having their own strange experiences.