Ciro

Ciro is one among three thousand doomed to die on September 11th, 2001. It seems useless to describe my moment of death, because it didnt 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.