[ WP ] At the end of your life , the Grim Reaper sends the necessary equivalent force needed to claim your soul , the more dangerous you are , the more force they send . As you look out your house , you see the German 6th Army staring back at you .

My heart skipped one hundred beats. No one else lived in this home. As the door opened I realized I had never seen this person before, this old lady. When I looked at her face her smile hit me like a warm sun on a cold winter's day - I cried immediately. Everything started to break down, everything I'd been holding together, keeping out, and locked in rushed to where it ought to be. Like water behind a cracked damn it rushed forward full of raw emotion, she just kept looking at me with that divine smile and continued to walk towards me. I took a big step down from my chair and stumbled towards her. Her arms opened and I fell into them like a tree chopped down hits the earth. I had so much pain, gone. Confusion and uncertainty, scattered. Anger and wrath, melted. I felt calm, serene- then I looked back, back at my body suspended in the air from a frayed rope. The memory rushed back at me, but I was whisked away faster than the speed of emotion by my Angel, all of my feelings felt locked away, temporarily. We stopped when we were high, so high I could see the entire earth, my entire life stretched out in a single movie reel, wrapping around the earth. I could see when my family, my wife and kids left me after I got back, when my friend's died in my arms, when bullets and bombs chased me through my life and haunted my dreams. I could n't stop it this time, I cried again. I cried and I cried and I cried. All the while my Angel stayed close, smiling, with sad but hopeful eyes. She winked at me then, and nodded at the reel. I looked back just in time to see it roll back together like blinds released to snap up. Holding my arm, we flew towards the earth, far away from my last life, into an old dirty hospital. I fell through the walls like a ghostly invader and slowed to a stop several floors in. Beneath me was the tiniest little thing, I've ever seen- I did n't know babies could get that small. The room was distraught it seemed. A monitor spelled the fate of this little girl in pink clothes, a line as flat as the wires she was connected to drew itself murderously across the screen. Every one seemed broken, except my Angel. She took me to the bedside, across from the parents who looked the saddest I've ever seen, and took my hand and held it barely an inch above her little chest, home to a stopped heart. 
 
 In a voice that reminds every crying child of a loving grandmother she said `` it'll be hard, but I have faith in you, my little Angel.'' She brought my hand down and when it touched her chest I barely felt the tiny spark that started everyone's second chance. 
 
 Wrote on my phone, hope you like it! 

