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 didn't 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.