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PAWS THAT REFRESHES
This area I reserve for lighter
fare-where mysteries-unexplained events-angels-miracles-UFOs-faith-humor-paranormal
moments and warm hearted stories to delight and magnify
the senses-exist For your encouragement-for open minds-for
those with many questions-you may NOT find answers
here-however-I truly hope youll have fun looking for
them as I do. Enter now if you will-into a different
side-and world of-The Balkan Lion.
Our first story is about a four year old boy. Junior
(as he was nicknamed then) liked getting into mischief.
He crawled into old torn houses when he shouldnt have-followed
an older brother and sister to school several blocks
away -being a bit of a nuisance and then having to
come home by himself as he wasnt old enough for kindergarten
and in those days they didnt have pre-K. At times
he walked the streets alone looking for food or a
helping hand if his parents werent home. Other times
he was found in the wee hours of the morning and brought
home by the police-sometimes with his coat on upside
down and backwards-looking bewildered and scared.
It raised many questions about neglect. Besides following
his brother and sister to school he also watched three
younger siblings ages 3-2 and 1. It was a lot of responsibility
for a young boy.
There were good times as well-when the next door neighbors
dog-a bassett hound was teased and would chase him
and the other children and neighborhood children up
the stairs-then the dog would go back home-which was
next door-at which point the children would go right
back downstairs and tease the dog. The dog would continue
to chase them up and down the stairs until the dog
got tired and quit. Since the dog had become smarter
than the teasing kids-they would have to seek mischief
One of these mornings-Junior was home alone and had
a feeling-to walk out of the house-and not being the
best behaved boy-he left and walked away from the
house-after walking and passing houses and streets-he
realized he was lost. As he stands in these strange
surroundings-he looks up and in front of him is a
statue that appears to be made of white stone. It
is pure white-like hed never seen before-almost an
Ivory color to it-he knew hed never seen a statue
or anything like this before-the statue loomed several
feet taller than him-It was strange-austere-scary-staring
out like it was looking over his left shoulder-oblivious
to anyone or anything or so he thought.
As Junior gazed upward at the face of the stone statue-the
statue made of stone TURNED IT'S HEAD AND LOOKED DIRECTLY
AT HIM. Then the statue shook its head left to right
over and over again. Junior stared wide-eyed in TERROR-watching
the statue shake its head at him. He then heard a
voice in his head telling him "Run Home-Dont
Tell Mom-Mom Wont Understand-Run Home-Now." Over
and Over Junior heard the voice in his head.
reasoning or knowing why-as terrified as he was-he
was able to get his legs to run from being frozen
at the spot of the strange event that was taking place.He
turned and ran-as fast as his legs would or could
take him. He had no idea where he was going but kept
following the voice in his head.The next thing he
knew-he was back on his street and running full tilt
into the house and into the front room-his eyes wide-as
saucers-and looking for the statue to see if it was
chasing him-Face pressed against the window-fear in
his eyes-he NEVER saw the statue again.
What he did see was his inebriated father drive up
and over the curb where he had been statnding slamming
into several bicycles only seconds before where he
had stood earlier. Something strange had happened
to Junior that day. His life had been saved. He was
spared death at the hand of his inebriated father
by a white statue made of stone that came to life
shaking its head and giving him a warning. It wansnt
a normal event-why?
There was that time when Juniors inebriated father
had slammed into a bus-putting Junior into the dashboard
and through the windshield. He still has the scars
from that accident today and he wasnt the only one
in the car involved-still remembering the ambulance
taking him into the hospital on a gurney-covered in
blood and crying from the head wounds he had.
A short time later the police and the Dept of Social
Services came in and forcibly removed him and the
other siblings from the family by what is known as
Termination Of Parental Rights. Junior spent two years
in foster care and was later adopted in 1959. He didnt
see the last of 15 siblings until 1998- 40 years later
when he completed a search for 15 siblings-finding
ALL of them! The City of Buffalo News helped him locate
the last brother and sister back after his story was
written in two national newspapers and it prompted
Surrogate Judge Joseph S. Mattina to open two SEALED
FILES locating the final two siblings bringing a 40
year search to an end.
Today-Junior...is me! I was that boy back in 1957
whose life was spared and whose story you see. I have
asked myself many times-why was I not killed on that
day? Maybe this website will give some direction on
the answer to that question.
I have asked myself many times-Did I see an Angel-or
was it an overactive four year old boys imagination.
Divine or Alien intervention? No matter the circumstances-I
was there-saw it-and lived through it. Mysterious-
yes! Do I have any answers-No-theories-possibly-and
I couldnt even begin to put them down here. The possibilities
may be STAGGERING and stretch me to the limits of
my understanding-yet I keep pushing-on.
As I look back over the last 47 years of life since
then in 1957-Ive had a lot of angels in my life
in the form of parents-friends-family-loved ones-and
more. Ive read much on the subject of religions-belief
studies, psychics and spirituality. I have no steadfast
answers as to what happened or why.
Today I consider myself a blessed man considering
all that has happened. I still have my eyes-searching
the skies-while my heart has gained some peace over
the reunion of my siblings and what it took to get
them back. It has been a long and difficult road at
times. 40 + years later-my goals in life are different.
Our children are the hope and future-Lets take care
of them in OUR lives and CLASSROOMS-and the seeds
that are planted now-will reward us with the fruit
of their lives in the years and generations to come.
Sounds like a plan to me-I remain on the brink-but
in the balance!