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Hey guys, welcome to episode 6, apparent omelin counters. And tonight's show, Tracy and I, of course, have a couple of stories to read you. And then we're gonna hear from Rachel pretty pretty.

Fun story. All right, sounds great. All right, this first story is kind of a long one, but it's a good one.

What are yellow and black butterflies? It's a question. Um, yellow and black butterflies.

Monday, April 17, 2001 was a day I will never forget. Not only because it was the day after Easter, but also because it was the worst day of my life.

I was working a second shift job I hated, rapidly shucking jewelry from raggedy cardboard gift boxes and checking them for defects.

The music, blaring overhead, played tunes that did not appeal to me. The entire atmosphere was engulfed with a buzzing clicking and banging of machinery.

The only reason I had taken this crummy job was that I was new to Cincinnati. My bow and I had moved from Atlanta in March. I wanted to explore a bit, and he was from Cincinnati.

The one thing I regret it was leaving my mother behind. My mother was truly more than a mother to me. She was also my best friend.

My mother was an intelligent eccentric woman and very talented. She was free-spirited and big on self-statement. My brother and I were born and raised wikens.

Imagine my awkwardness growing up black and pagan when all my friends were Christians.

In vision my frustration, loving rock music when all my friends liked rap and R&B, but I wouldn't change for anything in the world.

I wiled away at ten hour work night thinking about my mother. How much I missed her? How I did not get to talk to her the day before.

I mailed her card, but I was quite certain she had not received it. Suddenly, music to my ears struck my soul like the thunder of goddess.

The song, dog and butterfly, a heart began to play. My mother used to sing that song to me when I was a child.

As she as a song played, I felt a peaceful spiritual link to my mother, yet I was uncontrollably misty-eyed.

I discreetly excused myself from my workstation and went to the bathroom. I closed my eyes and saw an enormous yellow and black butterfly in my mind.

Once I had composed myself, I went back to the workstation and continued with my duties.

On the way home, I could not shake the image of the butterfly in my mind. My bow could tell I was upset.

When he asked what was wrong I replied, I'm having the strangest feeling. I can't explain what it is or why something has happened.

As we entered our apartment, I noticed the message light flashing on my answer machine. I ran over and listened to the message.

It was from my great uncle and brother, sadly stating, no shell, call us when you get in.

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