[ WP ] A quiet small town boy receives an unexpected visit from some strange people . Turns out , its him from his previous lives .

The boy stood out in the field, wreckage and destruction everywhere. He looked back at the rubble that used to be his house, his family scattered and smeared across the ground. 
 
 The tornado had been fast. Too fast for any of them to run. And he was only 8 years old himself, still having a hard time understanding the massive loss he had just suffered. He looked up at the newly shining sun, dark storm clouds all around. 
 
 Lightning and thunder soared through the sky as the little boy shivered from the cold. Hail started to fall down and pelt him. And then he heard it. The most terrifying sound he had ever heard was back, and as he turned around, he saw the huge funnel touch down and barrel straight at him. 
 
 The boy was sent flying through the air, something else having tackled him to the ground. He tried to move but it kept him pinned down, unable to move. Oddly enough, it was a very furry thing that held the boy down. Soon enough, the thing let up on the pressure and the boy got to his feet. 
 
 Normally he would have been scared. But something about the tiger that stood in front of him did n't frighten him. Something about it was so familiar. He looked around and watched as other people started to walk towards him, an extremely odd site considering that his family ’ s farm was at least a few minutes drive away from any other neighbors. 
 
 A woman came up to him and hugged him, tears streaming down her eyes. He enjoyed her warmth. Tears steamed down his face, and as much as he tried to fight it, he couldn ’ t help but break down and cry. Soon enough, though, a bright light shone down from the sky, obscuring the smiles that populated everyone ’ s face. 
 
 And for one extraordinary, very tiny moment, the boy saw each person there. He could feel them, all at once. Their memories, their thoughts, their emotions. All of it. Everything that made them themselves. He saw each and every person ’ s entire lives, entire beings, even the tiger itself. 
 
 For a moment, the boy felt himself become part of this collective group, his own identity fading away, but he felt a tug on his collar and soon enough he was separated from all of them. 
 
 The boy ’ s eyes opened to a paramedic standing over him, huffing and puffing from something that apparently exerted a great amount of the paramedic ’ s energy. He couldn ’ t move, but he did his best to look around. The destruction from the tornado was everywhere, and his family members were being zipped up in cold, dark bags. 
 
 The boy shed a few tears as he was carted into the ambulance, a new paramedic coming to ride along with him. And even though it hurt more than anything, he started to bawl and cry as much as he could when he saw the paramedic. 
 
 The thing is, the memories of all those people he met, their emotions and lives, had all been a part of him, of his soul. They were the boy ’ s past lives. And the man taking care of him right now, his eight year old self, was his previous life ’ s son. 
 
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