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“Who believes in those kinds of things,” Braden asked, “I mean, once they’re grown up and all? That’s how I know what I saw was real, ‘cuz I don’t believe in that kinda’ stuff.  I probably wouldn’t believe my story if I heard it from someone else, so I know how it sounds.  I still don’t know if I should believe my eyes.” Braden’s candid account of what he saw and how it made him feel ring similar feeling chords with myself.  I’m a skeptic, even of my own experiences, just as it sounds Braden is.  His tale is brief, he doesn’t give many details, and it’s obvious he’s still trying to decide if maybe his experience was just a dream or something he saw in a movie. He was on his way back to his car in the parking lot of the grocery store he stopped at after work one afternoon when he saw a commotion in the parking lot across the street.  At first, he thought it was