BUSINESS INFORMATION - ROOM

BUSINESS INFORMATION - ROOM

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The story below is about Brian Moore 17-year-old, written by him as a school assignment. The subject is about what heaven is like. "I make them stunned," Brian said to his father, Bruce. "The story fuss. Writing is like a bomb alone. That's the best I've ever written." And it was also the last writings. Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay was written by Brian until a cousin found it while cleaning the box he's a teenager's locker at Teays Valley High School, Pickaway County, Ohio.

Brian had just died a few hours ago, but his parents desperately looking for any relic Brian: letters from school friends and teachers, and PR-nya.Hanya two months earlier, he had written an essay about his encounter with God Jesus disuatu the full archive of cards detailing every moment contents in the teenager's life. But only after the death of Brian, Bruce and Beth, knowing that his son had explained his view of heaven.

The article caused a great impact that people want to share it. "You feel like you were there," said Mr. Bruce Moore. Brian died on May 27, 1997, one day after the United States Heroes Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when the car was out of line Bulen Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a pole. He came out of a wrecked car without injury, but he stepped on an underground electricity cables and electrocuted.

Moore Family framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it on the wall in their living room. "I think God has used Brian to explain a thing. I think we must find the meaning of the text and benefit from it," said Mrs. Beth Moore about the essay.

Mrs Moore and her husband wanted their children to share the vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's already in heaven. I know I'll see him again."

This is Brian's essay entitled "The Room".

In the conscious and the dream, I found myself in a room. There is no striking features in this room except the walls are full of the cards are small files. The cards are like archives of the library whose contents includes titles by author or subject in alphabetical order book.

But these files, which stretches from the base to the top floor to ceiling and seemingly endless wall around it, has the title different.

At the time I approached the wall of this archive, the archive first caught my attention entitled "The girls that I Love "......
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