Chapter 9:I struggled to open my eyes, to gather my senses, but was unable. “Where am I,” I thought. Or was I saying it aloud? I found myself rising from the opacity of the river that had consumed me. I heard myself being welcomed by an angelic voice.
“…and Heavenly Father, I beg you to let him escape from his Valley of Death, may your rod, and your staff deliver him back to us. I pray that it will be your will to bring healing to his body.”
I felt my left hand clasped within soft, delicate fingers. A moan slipped from my parched lips. I felt the fingers squeeze tighter. I opened my eyes and was rewarded with a thousand pins of flashing light stabbing my eye balls. I quickly squeezed them.
“Just take it slowly, Mr. Haynes,” my angel said. “You took a very nasty fall. Dr. Brans
