When he passed it was on my father’s birthday and at the same time my father was born. I think this was some kind of message for my father. Several years after my brother passed I was in a depression and feeling real low. I remember lying on my bed. I wasn't thinking about my brother or family and all of a sudden there was a flash of him. It looked like he was real bright and sitting at a desk. All he did was smile down at me and it was gone. But, the change in my emotions was incredible. I felt wonderful, and all my depression lifted. A week later, I was lying in bed and saw a flash of light across my room. I tried to figure out where it came. I put my watch in all kinds of directions to see if it was casting a reflection and it was not. I was alone in the home with my two-year-old son that was asleep next to me. I got this strong feeling to get up and go into the living room. The TV was next to the door and something told me to turn it off. When I turned it off something told me to touch it and wipe the static. There was lots of static and it seemed to go through my body and turn me to the door. At this same time I noticed the door knob turning. My body flung against the door, the curtain flew back and there was a man trying to break into my house. He fell back against the wall and then ran up the stairs. I reinforced the lock and called for help.

I really believe that it was my brother that saved me that night. I think he was watching over me and that somehow he used the static electricity from the TV to save me. To this day, when I feel down and upset or wonder about life I am left with my little brother’s Rubix’s Cube and the memory of seeing him in a flash and then again feeling he saved me a week later. I've shared this with people over the years and some say it is a coincidence. I know in my heart and from the emotions I went through that it isn't.