I decided that year of my life that sometimes, it was accepted for others to know things and see things. However, it had to do with space and science. We discussed the Sputnik in school and I learned how others thought about the future and how people agreed that they would never fly in space.

This was a limited point of view but I did not judge others. I simply learned to not share my own views about space, aliens, and planets. That is until the seventh grade. I had to share that there were twelve planets and not only nine. The eight planets were hard enough for others to share but now nine. The schoolteacher argued with me and explained to me until I could prove this beyond any doubt to keep my own ideas to my self. That was the end of me sharing in school what I knew to be the truth.

It was not until I had my four daughters and had my placenta previa and had to learn to walk all over again.

I had lost all the blood in my body and they ran out at the hospital. It was tough on the hospital and me when I passed but they finally brought me around. I was in intensive care for twenty-one days or longer. My mother knows the exact time because she lived it with me. I was in and out of my body at the time.

One of the hardest things I have ever done was learn to come back and to stay in my physical and mental bodies. The pain was terrible. I still have memories of trying to breath and the pain in the chest was almost unbearable.

After I finally came around and could keep from leaving and traveling in and out with cardiac arrests repeatedly, I had to learn to breathe. I stayed on oxygen for over a month.

The battle to learn to breathe without the oxygen was again so painful. I had to be weaned off and the pain in my longs and chest was just terrible. I thought I could not live without the oxygen mask although the string around my ears had rubbed raw places.

I had received more blood after my step-dad gave me pints of his. They said I had to have six pints replenished twice because it would run in and run out again. I was a mess.

After finally about six weeks, I could go home and recover. My mother or her mother, or my husband's grandmother would stay with me at all times.

I had to learn to use my body all over again. I could not talk and I could not walk. The only thing I did not have to learn all over again was my hearing.

The time I had learning to be human all over again as an adult was tough. I do not recommend it to anyone. The time I spent learning to be human with a physical and mental body was like living to learn and learning to live at the same time.

It took me over two months before I could walk without help. I was weak when I did. It was not until my baby girl was three months old that I could be trusted to take care of myself and my four daughters alone with out my mothers assistance.

That was the life on earth that grew into me becoming an investigator. I wanted to know more. I wanted to know more about life, people, and why we come and go on earth.

I wanted to understand life as a human. Why were the aliens whom I had grown to know as a child not by my side? Maybe they were I just could not see them. I could see and always had very sensitive eyes. The sunlight would blind me when I went outside. Now, it was worse. I could see auras around all things and all beings. This lasted throughout my adult life until I was over forty.

The seeing auras helped me with my psychic readings, which I learned to do because others would want to know how I knew so much about them. I learned that I could almost read a person's thoughts and was more empathic than I was before I died.

Many things made me wonder about why more people did not enjoy life more. I saw the routines that people were into and so many were simply about making a living and not caring about spending time out doors.

I had a new way of loving to spend time with my children out doors. We went to the Herman Zoo in Houston just about every weekend. There were good times to be had. We were all animal lovers. Loving earth and animals seemed normal and a way to live one's life.

Nevertheless, I had to have more now. I had regrouped and learned to take care of my four children. I was a PTA president and taught dance and baton. I had learned to act and put my daughters on stage with me in Birmingham, Alabama where we moved because of the husband's engineering position after leaving NASA.

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