Ciro is one among three thousand doomed to die on September 11th, 2001. It seems useless to describe my moment of death, because it didn't feel final, even when I lost my footing, slipped, and free-fell to the street. It seemed to happen in slow motion, as I hovered above my body and watched it fall. The enchanting voice that seemed to whisper my name was now visible - a gossamer shape in a silver dress that waved in the wind. She smiled at me. And before she could speak, I realized who she was - this was my guardian angel. In Heaven, Ciro is enlightened by the teachings and lost parables of Christ - words the author believes were divinely delivered to him. He, in turn, shares them with you.
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