September 2003 Page 4
When I was about seven years old, we were living in Elkton Maryland, a Mennonite community. We lived on a farm, so our homes were surrounded by cornfields and soy bean fields, from what I remember. My best friend and I were sitting on our next-door neighbor's porch goofing off and laughing. Finally, when we both stopped laughing, we looked across the street into the field. The plants were just starting to grow, so were not much higher than a foot, but what I saw for some reason didn't scare me. I saw a man dressed in old Mennonite clothing, but in his best clothes, as if he were dressed for church. He wore a round black hat like the Amish and a black coat and pants. The bottom of his pants were shredded and he had no shoes on. He had what looked like cast iron shackles on his feet. But the strangest part that I remember was not that it was this chained-up man, or else I would have thought it was just some guy in the field, but he was actually walking a foot from the ground, right above the plants.
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