Unbelievable Story: Holy Artifact
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Unbelievable Story: Holy Artifact
I have one of the strangest stories you have ever read.
I am 64 years old, was
diagnosed with a life threatening aliment that was to make die before my early 20 s.
I
have not been to a doctor since...
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Unbelievable Story: Holy Artifact
I have one of the strangest stories you have ever read.
I am 64 years old, was
diagnosed with a life threatening aliment that was to make die before my early 20 s.
I
have not been to a doctor since 1970, and currently have no health problems, and take no
prescription medications.
Not so strange? Well my mother, who is 86, was diagnosed
with a serious heart problem 14 years ago.
Today, she takes no medications and has no
heart problem.
She has gotten younger for the past few years, and it is hard to believe that
she is 86 years old (she looks late 60 s).
Not so strange? I got married about 5 years ago,
and my wife suffered with lifelong high blood pressure, high cholesterol, acid reflux,
arthritis, border line diabetes, and other ailments.
she was taking about 20 prescribed pills
a day.
Just 4 years later, she is taking zero pills and has had extensive blood work
(recently) to prove that she has no need for any prescription medications.
Sort of strange?
Well read on.
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Sometime in 1970, I was coming from South America and heading to Miami, Florida.
Close to Grand Cayman, the commercial jet I was traveling on suddenly went into a
violent dive.
We were at about 30,000 feet, and in a mater of seconds we were at or
below 10,000 feet.
My ears were ringing and hurt like they had been hit by a huge fist.
The captain of the plane communicated with us over the intercom that the plane had lost
pressurization, and he had had to place it into a severe dive to get us down to where we
could breath.
He further stated that we would be making an unscheduled landing on
Grand Cayman to see if repairs could be made.
When we landed my ears were still
hurting, and as we sat waiting for the mechanics to give the plane "the once over", I
began to have a conversation with the passenger in the seat in front of me.
He was a
small, dark skinned gent of about 55 years of age, and he talked with a slight French
accent.
He and I talked about business, and he suddenly said to me that he had something
that he was sure would be of interested to me.
He said that it was one of the treasures of
the world, and that he no longer wanted to be responsible for keeping it.
He said that he
would sell it to me for $30,000 (I would think that this would be equivalent to about
$150,000 today).
When I asked what this treasure was, he would only say that it was
something that I would be interested in, and that it was one of the greatest treasures of the
world.
He said that he had purchased it many years earlier from an Egyptian fellow, and
that it was something that he wanted me to have.
He told me that he would be in Miami
for a few days, but would meet me in Port au Prince, Haiti, in exactly two weeks.
That we
would meet in front of the National Library.
He told me that he would tell me everything
when we met, and he assured me that I would understand everything when we met.
Well,
I told him that I would be there, but I just did not want to "close the door" on the deal.
I
did not really know if I would meet him or not.
When I got to Miami, I went through one side of customs, and the small man went
through the side reserved for persons not of American citizenship.
I went home and told
my mother (I was 23 years old at the time) about the small man and the treasure.
She told
me that even if the guy was a "nut job" the adventure alone would be worth the trip.
And
that if he was telling the truth, maybe this would be something to set me up for life.
Well,
I thought about it, and decided to make the trip.
I flew to Haiti, and had $20,000 on me,
and kept the appointment at the time and place in Port au Prince.
We met and discussed
the treasure and finally, I paid $7,000 (I guess about $35,000 today), and headed back to
Miami.
I never told anyone I had this treasure, a Holy Artifact, and until a few years ago,
I had it hidden in a safety deposit box.
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