This mystical story happened to me, although I myself am not a very stubborn believer, I do not attend church, everything is in order with my head. In the early 90s, they were not given a salary for 2.5 years. The wife was paid a little at school, due to this they survived. Of course we were starving.
I had to earn money by repairing radio equipment. Once brought a radio tape recorder "Panasonic". There were no schemes, there was no Internet then either. I had to draw a diagram on a printed circuit board. I sit and draw. The son, a schoolboy, now and then runs into the kitchen and slams the door of the empty refrigerator. Yes, and the wife walks annoyed, there is nothing to eat.
I sat up late that evening. Up to 3 nights. And while he was sitting, all gloomy thoughts prevailed. They say I work, I don't get money, I just eat up my family. I guess I'd better commit suicide. Everything will be easier for me.
Well, I decided it so firmly about myself. I think we only need to find a painless way. I watch the time at 3 o'clock in the morning, and for me it is morning. The alarm clock is set at 5.30. I think I'll take a nap for at least a couple of hours.
As soon as I undressed and lay down, I feel as if I was constrained. I panicked a little, I think I should at least move a toe and drop it. I couldn't. And I can drive with my eyes.
I see a man entering the room. As if in a light gray suit. It's dark, so it's hard to see. Without looking at me, he comes up to the window and says to me: "It is not your intention to end your life."
And he begins to tell me everything that will happen to me in life in the future. At the end he says: "I have to leave, otherwise they will punish me." And a little hesitated he added: "Although … they will be punished anyway."
Then he came up to me, kissed my forehead and said: "Do not be afraid, everything will be fine with you." And he went out.
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I let go, I jumped up, I was shaking myself. I even pinched myself, no, I didn't sleep. I went into the kitchen and lit a cigarette. My hands are trembling. Time is 5 am. There is a notebook on the table where I drew a diagram.
I know all my life in advance! I think he can write down the main points. And then such fatigue falls on me, but in half an hour to work. I think, come on, can you forget THAT. I'll go to lie down until the alarm clock, I still won't fall asleep.
I went to bed, and how I fell asleep. Until the alarm went off. I get up, but in my memory only what I have described to you. I think that's a fool for not writing that down. But I no longer thought about suicide. I live well now, I have everything. And one more question only torments. Is our life pre-scheduled there? Or how?
Author: Vladimir
