Tuesday, November 27, 2007

I am a skeptic.

I do not believe in ghosts or spirits. I do not believe in invisible people in the sky who control our destiny. Similarly, I don't believe in UFOs. I do not believe in Bigfoot, Yeti, chupacabra, mok'ele-mbembe, Nessie or Champ. (Google 'em.) I do not believe that John Edwards, Sylvia Browne, or Derek Acora actually communicate with spirits.

Oddly, I find myself watching Ghost Hunters, Most Haunted, and Monster Quest. And I spent most of Thursday glued to the TV watching the SciFi Channel's marathon.

The other day, a friend told me this story: While driving from Houston to Seguin on IH-10 to her in-laws' home with her three kids (This was in the days before car seats. So if anyone reading this tries to get their kids to do the same thing, it's not my fault.) the car broke down. She pulled over to the side of the road, and began to panic. Her oldest kid was six, the youngest was two. She looked in her rear view mirror, and a white tow truck had pulled up behind her. Two men in white jumpsuits jumped out and got her car fixed so she could get to Seguin. She told one of the men they were angels and he didn't respond. She got back in her car, told her kids to turn around and wave to the nice men. (Remember: before car seats. Do not allow your children to ride unrestrained in a car until they are 87. Do not allow them to move in a car!) When the kids went to wave, the tow truck was gone.

I don't doubt her story. But, I don't believe they were angels.

I would like to believe in all this stuff. The world would be a much more interesting place. And just because we can't prove something now, doesn't mean we won't be able to prove it later.

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