“They welcomed me and then oddly warned me the hotel was haunted, especially my room, then wished me a good night.”
You’ve known this all along, of course, but now you’re painfully aware.
“As I sat there listening to stories of perilous travel and incredible chance encounters, I realized that the power behind Scott Galvão’s story was not in the inspiration it created for him alone, but the bigger picture his father’s life represents.”
Had Death been roaming our city that night in search of a casual victim?
Call it my own version of faith.
“Maybe my chauffeur could read my mind, or my body language, or smell my intent. Or see my hand on the door handle. It was the moment of truth.”