Deja Vu in a Georgia Cemetery
My name is Stephen and from early childhood I seemed to be very sensitive to my surroundings and people in particular. I always sensed things about them good or bad within minutes of meeting them.
When I was in my early 20′s I was in the Army and stationed at Fort Stewart, Georgia. I had been married just a short time and a friend of the family stopped by to inform us that he was deploying to Germany and wanted to know if we would store his Honda Goldwing motorcycle while he was gone, and asked if I could take it out from time to time just to keep the engine from sitting idle to long. I told him no problem, and about a one week later, I decided to go on my first ride.
I was a little apprehensive because it had been several years since I last rode a motorcycle. So I got on the bike and because …