This is not about UFOs but it is a true story about how wonderful the universe and its Creator can be. This happened to me and some friends in my youth.
I was going to Confirmation, a Catholic ritual of educating you so you understand your faith before you can be confirmed into the faith in the public ritual of the same name. I was about nine.I had this thirst for spirituality born out of a questioning mind. In Confirmation class the nun had spoken about how “God will answer a prayers especially if it done with pure motives”. I lived two small blocks from the boardwalk in Atlantic City. This was the 1950, just before the Some Like It Hot movie with Marilyn Monroe extended Atlantic City’s fame beyond the East Coast.
My friends and I used to go up to the Boardwalk in winter if it wasn’t too cold. There were very few people there, the summer folk were gone and it was quiet and peaceful. We were told to stay away from the beach. It was an innocent time.
One night we were walking and I brought up what the nun had said. I don’t know how it was decided, but we decided that we could be pure in prayer and so we asked for a sign that God existed.
I remember very clearly walking on the AC boardwalk with my friends, deciding what kind of proof we would group-pray for. I suggested three red roses from a tale I’d heard at Sunday school. Someone said “yellow” instead, and we all agreed on that sign.
So we started to pray on the boardwalk on a November evening for God to send us these Three Yellow Roses as a sign “He” existed.
Well, it happened.
Someone shouted “Look!” as we walked along the boardwalk. There on the deserted beach, the three yellow roses came into view. Yellow and perfect.
We all ran together from the boardwalk, astounded and overjoyed, onto the beach to collect this wonderful present from God.
I remember being so high with joy from what had just happened. But most of all, I remember the freedom from all fear I felt at that moment. Here it was… the answer!
We pick up these magical yellow roses on long stems lying alone on the beach and headed back toward the boardwalk. We were all laughing and ecstatic over what happened.
We were ready to go up the boardwalk steps, when one of group shouted to look under them. It was there our moment of joy was broken. Lying under the steps --where you could see through the steps-- were three dead, very young kittens. We were completely saddened and in shock at finding these small, innocent bodies.
So we tried to find meaning from this. We couldn’t, but we knew what we had to do.
We buried the kittens. We had a small ceremony on the beach. We took the yellow roses and laid the petals as a covering on the kittens’ bodies and buried them with a cross made from the stems. I remember being angry at myself later on for thinking maybe I didn’t have any proof, after all.
We kids never talked much about the roses and the kittens later; maybe it was the sadness. Until now, I’ve only shared this story with a few people. My wife knows the story and some of my close friends and family have heard it. It wasn’t until I confronted my own probable death that I had an epiphany about why we found the roses and kittens --and at least for me, personally.
These words came into my mind in my own voice “Even Unto Death I Am With You” and the three yellow roses flashed.Was this sign about a certain faith or dogma? I don’t know. But for me, I never thought of it that way; I always felt, even as a child, that this sign was sent to us as a comfort and to assure us God existed, and that has been always enough for me.
And as you’ve guessed, I am still alive.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
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