I'm 59 years old. I live in Springfield, Tennessee, and I've studied Bible prophecy for over 37 years.

I believe in angels, and I believe in demons, and I pray a lot. I could write for days the things that I

have learned that would blow most people's minds. I tell you these things to explain how I arrived

at the conclusions you were about to read. I can't prove what I'm going to tell you, but I swear it

happened and I believe I know what I saw.

One afternoon I visited the fraternity that I belonged to at Western Kentucky University.

I've always loved playing foosball since my college days in the late 70s.

I spent all afternoon at the fraternity house playing foosball with the young

guys that day. I dipped a lot of snuff and I drank some beers with the guys. I played until I felt

like I needed to get home. It was after 9 p.m. when I got on to I 65 South headed towards Tennessee. I picked up speed as I entered the

traffic and was cruising along at 74 miles per hour. I drove for 10 minutes, I guess. I was in the

fast lane. I had just passed an 18-wheeler, and I was now passing a car that was behind two other

cars and the lane in front of me was clear for at least 200 more yards. I was enjoying the

XM Radio blues music and thinking about the guys I had just whipped all afternoon at Fuseball.

Out of nowhere, right in front of me, a jet black dog was coming towards me in my lane.

He was as big as a German shepherd.

When he saw that I was coming fast at him, he tried to go to his left and he ducked partially

in front of the car that was in front

of the car that I was passing. He almost got hit, but he jumped back in my lane, barely

escaping that other car. He was dead centered on my grill, and all I had time to do was squeeze the

steering wheel and brace for the impact.

I saw him look straight at me.

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