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Andrew said, Mom,

I want you to meet my friend.

There was nobody there.

She talked about picking her father or picking me.

All of a sudden, the fire took off--

whoosh.

Jada was screaming bloody murder.

Andrew told me that there was a bombing at his house

and that's how he died.

And she said I saw men in robes and some of them

were holding tall sticks with shiny gold crosses on the top--

It wasn't a story that I wanted my son to be a part of.

She's remembering not being Jada.

Doctors said, there's something

wrong with your child.

Where was this coming from?

We were very scared.

This was probably one of the most horrific moments

in my life, because there was nothing I could do to help her.

My name is Mary Helen.

I grew up in Martinsville, Virginia.

Martinsville is located in southwest Virginia.

It was a really fun place to grow up as a child, very safe,

kind of quiet and mild in terms of crime or anything

that would not be safe for children.

So it was it was a great place to grow up.

I have two daughters, Jemma and Jada.

My pregnancy with Jada was unusual from the beginning.

I was just sick constantly.

I developed a hernia because I just threw up constantly.

It was a very hard time physically.

Three weeks before I was due to give birth to Jada,

I was really, really sick.

I had a horrible chest infection and a very severe case

of bronchitis.

And I just had a burning heat in my chest.

It felt like I was coughing up broken glass.

And then that morning at 4 o'clock, my water broke.

She came very quickly.

I was good.

She was good.

Literally, it was a couple of pushes, and she was out.

We have always called Jada the bird.

I nicknamed her that because, when she came out,

the midwife joked that she shot out so fast that she flew

across the room.

She was a quiet baby, just smiled all the time.

She never really cried unless something was actually wrong.

And she was a very shy little girl,

very happy, but very quiet.

Their father was from New Zealand.

And he left to go back to New Zealand.

So from the time they were three and one, then I was on my own

with them.

And they go to New Zealand half the year to visit him.

Jada has been telling me since she was about three years old

that she was glad she picked me as her mother.

She talked about picking her father or picking me.

This is something she's been doing

since she's been able to speak.

There's that feeling of "aw" and excitement.

And then you're kind of like, ooh,

OK, that's not something you hear every day.

Jada talks about having a memory of life between lives.

As she describes it in her own words,

it would be like watching a slideshow.

And she remembered seeing who I would be,

who her father would be, who her sister would be, and that she,

more or less, hand-picked us, and that we would be the people

that would best serve her needs in her life as Jada--

kind of making me go, OK, you're quite aware of what you

actually came here and chose.

It wasn't just a random type of a statement.

She would back it up with other things that

made me begin to think, OK, she's really remembering

a different time.

She's remembering not being Jada.

In our house, the girls each have their own rooms.

Jada has never once slept in her own room ever.

She would always prefer to be with me.

And that generally shifts down the line.

But this was something very different.

She just couldn't go to sleep on her own.

I'm Jada's sister, Jemma.

And I'm 12.

Jada always slept with me or slept in my mom's bed.

It's been that way for as long as I can remember.

It bothers me that she comes into my room,

because I like to sleep like a starfish.

It does worry me that she can't sleep alone, because she

should, by this age.

But she's still too scared.

It wasn't a fear of the dark.

It wasn't one individual thing.

It was just this whole idea of being left somewhere

by herself.

It's not a spoiled-type thing.

It's not a, oh, I just don't want to sleep in my own room

kind of thing.

There's something else there.

I noticed that she had a very difficult time

with being left on her own.

Jada would always have me go upstairs

to the bathroom with her.

If I went upstairs to the bathroom,

she would come with me.

Unless she was deeply engrossed in a movie or a show

with her sister sitting with her,

I could slip out and maybe go downstairs and do laundry.

Jada told me often that she was afraid to be alone.

Jada always and still does want my mom to be there.

The weird thing was, even though she doesn't like

to be alone, Jada doesn't like crowds either.

She'd go into a crowd, but she does not like crowds.

And she's very vocal about not liking crowds either.

Even in the schoolroom situation,

she would have 25 students in her class.

And for her, that's just way too many.

She's gotten more accustomed to it.

But she's still very cautious if left in a crowd,

like, say, with her dance class.

What time are you going to be back?

Are you coming back?

And she has another peculiar thing where she will say,

do you see this turning out OK?

Do you see me getting out of this situation?

As a mom, you hate to see your child afraid of anything.

I just didn't know how to help her.

My name is Michele.

I live in Virginia Beach.

And my son is Andrew.

Andrew is four.

Virginia Beach is very well known for the ocean front,

a lot of fishing.

It's very well known also for the restaurants.

I had a normal pregnancy with Andrew.

There was nothing out of the ordinary.

As a baby, Andrew was very quiet.

There would be times where he would

sleep for long periods of time.

It was very different with him sleeping all the time,

because all my other children were up every hour

and a half, every two hours.

I thought, OK, he's wants to sleep.

And everything was fine.

But we became worried when he would not

wake up for his feedings.

I was kind of concerned a little bit because the periods

of time that he would sleep was abnormal.

He lost almost two pounds.

I had taken him to the doctors.

And the doctor said, there's something

wrong with your child.

We were very scared.

They ran tests.

They did a brain scan.

And everything came back normal.

Eventually, everything was fine, and he gained all the weight

back.

We were so relieved.

Andrew was more advanced than my other seven children.

Andrew acted older than his age.

He was doing stuff ahead of time.

He was walking before he was a year old.

And he was riding a bike at the age of two

without training wheels.

He's always been very bright.

He'll have conversations with you as if he were a little man.

Some of the things he'll talk to you

about will kind of put you back that it's

coming from four-year-old.

He just always seemed a little bit well-behaved, not so

rambunctious as most toddlers his age would be.

He was always well mannered for someone as young as he is.

The other children always played with each other.

Andrew played mostly by himself.

I didn't really think anything odd of it.

All children are different.

I call this the secret power push.

That was his personality.

That was just the way he was.

It didn't worry me that much until I heard him talking

to people.

I was sitting on a couch watching TV at the time

that Andrew had come into the living room and said, Mom,

I want you to meet my friend.

And there was nobody there.

He was adamant about it, telling me, Mommy, you don't see him.

I don't think she really knew how to take it.

And there's been other occasions when he'll

say he's talking to someone.

It landed.

At first, I thought it was imaginary friend--

until I realized that it wasn't.

When my son was born, he slept more

than any baby I've ever seen.

I had taken him to the doctors.

And the doctor said, there's something

wrong with your child.

They ran tests.

They did a brain scan.

Everything came back normal.

He was more advanced and learned things a lot faster

than your normal child.

But when Andrew turned three, something strange happened.

When Andrew came to me and introduced his friend,

there was nobody there.

He was adamant about it, telling me, Mommy, you don't see him.

And I said, no, I don't see him.

I asked Andrew.

I said, who are you playing with?

And I couldn't believe his answer.

He said Uncle Mike.

She said, you're talking to Uncle Mike?

He said, yeah, he's here with me, and we were playing.

And he was watching over me.

And it had kind of taken her back because her and her uncle

were very close.

I was in shock.

Andrew was only two years old when my uncle passed away

a year prior.

He really didn't know him.

Andrew is not the kind of child that makes stories up.

I asked him if he plays with Uncle Mike often.

He said, yes, all the time.

My daughter, Eva, who was eight years old,

she saw him talking to no one and ran out of the room

and said, I'm scared of him, Mom.

I'm scared of Andrew.

I couldn't see what he was saying,

and I wondered if it was connected to something bigger

than I couldn't explain.

One day in November, I was in a kitchen making dinner.

And Andrew walks in and starts crying hysterically.

My first question to him is, Andrew, are you OK?

Did you get hurt?

But he was physically OK.

He wasn't hurt.

It took me a good 20 minutes to calm him down.

Andrew finally stopped crying.

And he asked me, Mommy, why did I die in that fire?

I said, is this a dream?

Did you have a dream last night?

And he said no, Mommy.

I picked Andrew up, and I consoled him and told him

that Mommy would never let anything happen to him.

It really didn't seem to help because he was so upset.

I kept holding him, but he kept repeating over and over.

Mommy, why did I die in that fire?

There was never any fire, and I didn't understand

what he was talking about.

My wife called me and told me he had approached her sobbing

asking her why he burned in a fire.

She could see in his face that he was very sincere.

And so she started to cry with him,

trying to reassure him that she wouldn't let that happen

to him.

I started crying.

As a mother, you never want to see your child hurt

because the most important job of any parent

is to protect your child.

I thought, at that age, that it was very strange for a child

to be talking about death.

There is no way that Andrew could have got this

from watching TV because we don't let him watch anything

like that.

When I got home that night, me and Michele

sat down and spoke more of it.

And she was able to get more into detail of what he had came

to her and talk about.

The more he talked,

the more details he gave.

Andrew told me that he lived in Georgia.

He kept saying semper.

And he wore military clothing.

And then he told me how the fire started,

and I could not believe my ears.

Andrew had told me that there was a bombing at his house

and that's how he died.

The way he talked to us, it was like he was actually recalling

something that happened to him.

Where is this coming from?

Jada was always very adamant from day one

about this knowledge that she had chosen me as her mother

and that she had chosen her father.

Jada has always been concerned with the safety in our house.

If we burn a fire, she's not afraid of the fire.

But she will ask, are our fire alarms working?

Have you changed the batteries?

Is everything OK with that?

It's uncanny how she fears for her safety.

And this is something that has been going on for as long

as she's been with us.

I never really expected her to grow out of this.

I always had the feeling that it would come to a head someday.

I'm Shannon.

And Mary Helen and I have been best friends since college.

I think Jada is a wonderful little girl,

and I love both of the children very much.

When I come and visit Jada and Jemma,

Jada always has little stories to tell me that things happen

to her in her dreams.

People come and visit her.

She hears noises.

And she just tells me the stories.

But there are some things that are just a little way

out there.

A few years ago, something happened with Jada that really

freaked me out.

The girls and I had gone to the Festival of the Fires

in Ireland for several years.

We had never participated in marching in the parade or any

of the bigger events because the girls were so young.

But when Jada was six going on seven,

they asked the children to be in the parade, which

marched around the big bonfire.

The girls were excited, and they agreed to do this.

They got all dressed up.

They were carrying flags and banners.

And the processional started pretty far away

from where the huge bonfire was.

And it wound its way up the hill,

and then eventually, everybody went and circled

the big bonfire.

In keeping with Jada tradition, I

had to walk alongside the processional going up the hill

so that Jada would even participate.

Everything was going along smoothly.

And people were chanting and singing and dancing.

And then they lit the bonfire.

And at first, you could hear the crackling,

and the fire was kind of building from the side that

was opposite to where we were standing.

Then all of a sudden, the fire took off,

and the entire bonfire was lit.

And within seconds, Jada was screaming bloody murder.

And she was rolling around on the ground just screaming help,

help, help, help.

I wasn't far away, so I went running straight over to her.

So eventually, I had to pick Jada up, throw her

over my shoulder, and carry her the entire way down.

And this hill is a big hill.

I was pretty upset seeing her that way.

She got in the car,

and it was like she'd seen a ghost.

She was petrified.

So I drove home.

And I was trying to talk to her the whole way home.

And Jemma was holding her hand, and she was trying

to talk to her-- nothing.

I mean, she was absolutely beside herself.

She had seen something.

Something had happened in that moment that absolutely changed

her.

I didn't really understand what was going on for her,

but I felt bad for her.

This was not simply the case of a little girl being

frightened by a large crowd.

This was serious to the point where,

if another medical professional had been there,

they would have thought she was having some kind

of a psychotic episode.

The whole thing was incredibly distressing.

I have never been more afraid.

My son, Andrew, said a bomb hit his house

and started the fire.

He told me he was from Georgia and kept repeating the words

semper.

We were so confused and scared.

I began to wonder if he was talking about a past life.

This is Virginia Beach.

We're in the South.

The South is very religious, and the idea of reincarnation

is not accepted.

I'm Catholic, so I never really thought that much about

reincarnation until my son started telling me

his story about fire.

I just want to get to the bottom of this

and see where this fire actually happened.

I started doing research so I could see if anything matched

Andrew's story.

He said there was eight houses in a row,

and they were bombed and then a fire, and they were all gone.

I found a story about two children who had died in a fire

that their mother had set.

She was from Georgia.

She tried to kill her husband but accidentally killed

her children.

The family lived on an Army base.

Andrew had told me that there was a row of houses,

and that would be common on a base.

So that seemed like a connection to me.

Although that story was kind of close, there was no explosion.

So I decided to keep looking.

This is a really tough thing for me to read these stories,

because I don't want my son to have gone through something

like this.

But we need to solve this not just for Andrew

but for our entire family.

Then somebody mentioned to me what semper meant,

and it set me in a whole other direction.

And then it became clear.

It wasn't a story that I wanted my son to be a part of.

My daughter, Jada, talked about choosing her parents

in heaven.

And Jada was constantly worried about danger

around every corner.

This was probably one of the most horrific moments

in my life, because there was nothing I could do to help her.

The worst thing was that she wouldn't talk about it,

so we had no way of knowing what was going on.

I don't know if Jada was unable to talk about it,

or she couldn't talk about it.

We couldn't get her to come back into reality and to focus.

In the morning, when she awakened,

the first thing I wanted to know was, what in the world

happened last night?

She just kind of blanked me as if to say, don't even go there.

Jada wouldn't speak of it.

As a mom, I wanted to push Jada to tell me

what was going on.

But as a doctor, I recognized that something else was

happening here, and it was better not to push her

and to let her tell me what had happened in her own time.

Jada has always been afraid of crowds.

So it made sense why she was nervous.

But the meltdown that Jada had seemed out of proportion

for just being in a crowd.

Something was going on.

For days after the incident took place, I'd periodically

check in with Jada and see if she wanted to talk,

because her clinginess, it got so much worse.

Mom?

And it was quite obvious to me that this was not

something that was going to go away overnight.

I spoke to some friends and colleagues.

And the general consensus was it was no big deal.

I shouldn't be worried and that it probably would never

happen to Jada again.

About six months later, Jada was taking a bath one Sunday

morning.

Mom?

And I was right next to the bathroom

where I could talk to her and she could hear me.

Jada just suddenly called me and said, Mom,

do you remember that day?

Do you remember the fire?

And I hadn't thought about this in months now at this stage.

And I said, yeah, of course I remember.

And she said, do you want to know why I got so upset?

And I was absolutely flabbergasted.

I couldn't believe that she was talking so casually about it.

It was like, again, something had shifted.

It was like this awareness just came about her,

and she could speak very matter-of-factly about it.

She wasn't crying.

She was just suddenly ready to tell me what happened.

Jada says to me, Mom, do you remember

when they turned on the fire?

I agreed.

And I said, yes, I remember.

And she said, well, I saw something.

What did you see?

And she said it was like a movie in my head except

for it was outside of my eyes.

It was all around me.

It sounded like she was having some kind of a vision.

I said, what did you see?

And she said, I saw men with swords all around.

And I saw men in robes, and they were white robes.

Some of them were holding tall sticks with shiny gold crosses

on the top.

And she said they were very, very scary.

They were going to make me die.

And so instead, I walked into a big fire.

And I said, what do you mean you walked into a fire?

She said, they were going to kill me anyway.

I actually gasped and fell against the wall.

It made complete sense to me now how awful that night

must have been for her.

As her mom, I was utterly horrified.

When Jada first started talking about this incident,

I didn't have any idea what to expect.

I didn't know if this was now over,

if she had said what she needed to say, and that was it,

and we'd never hear about it again.

But what actually happened was the floodgates opened.

Rather than becoming frightened by this memory,

she suddenly became very curious and wanted

to know more about it.

Jada started drawing a lot of pictures.

It was worrying to see this kind of artwork

turning up in Jada's drawings.

Obviously, this was something that was on her mind.

A lot of people would say that this is a kid with a very vivid

imagination.

When I heard the story from Mary Helen, the mask, the whole nine

yards, there was fire--

I thought Jada had probably just seen a movie on TV

about the KKK.

That is my only explanation that I could see.

Once I began to connect the night of the Festival

of the Fire with this picture that she continuously drew,

I began to piece things together from when she spoke of choosing

me, choosing her father, her sister, some of these fears

and insecurities that seem just a little bit beyond the normal

for a child.

All of a sudden, I began to realize that we might

be talking about a past life.

My daughter Jada remembered picking her parents.

And it seemed like she was always

in a constant state of worry.

After a traumatic incident at a bonfire,

she began having visions of people being burned alive

by men in white robes carrying shiny gold crosses on sticks.

This was definitely one of the most horrific moments

in my life, because I was completely and utterly

out of control.

I had no way to help my little girl.

It was really painful to see her that way.

And there was nothing I could do.

I figured this had something to do with religious persecution

because of the gold crosses.

Her drawings and her descriptions of them

made it seem like it was something that took place

in the Middle Ages.

I decided to focus on the robe and the crosses

and the fire from her pictures.

My research ended up taking me to a place high in the Pyrenees

in France to a place called Montsegur.

A sect of people lived there called the Cathars.

They were persecuted by the Christians during the Crusades

in 1244.

The Cathars were a group of people who

had very high moral standards.

They were persecuted by the Christians for the fact

that they didn't follow the Catholic Church.

High on a hill over 3,000 feet in the Pyrenees

was the last stronghold of the Cathars in 1244.

And when I saw a picture of Montsegur,

it looked strangely similar to the hill of Uisneach

where the Festival of Fires had taken place

and Jada had her traumatic memory of being burned alive.

The Cathars were given a choice where

they could have gold crosses stitched to their clothing

and they would profess to convert to Christianity,

or they were going to be tortured and burned alive.

So in an act of defiance, the last remaining group of Cathars

walked themselves into fire.

It took me a long time to work out

exactly what about the Festival of the Fires

triggered the memory for Jada.

Before, we had just been spectators.

This time, they walked towards the fire

the very same way that the Cathars in Montsegur

had walked or marched themselves into the fire at the end

in 1244.

So it was never a fear of fire that she had.

It was this specific act of walking to a fire that

triggered the memory for her of walking in and being burned

alive.

We live in a small town in Virginia.

And reincarnation is not something we all believe.

I love Mary Helen and the girls, but I just wasn't sure

if it was a past life experience.

In the course of my research, I discussed with Jada

what I had found out.

And it all seemed very familiar to her.

She started filling in the gaps in the story line

as I would tell her things that I had read in my research

and discovered.

And she'd go, oh, yes, and so-and-so was there,

and this is what they were carrying.

And this is what it looked like, and this

is what it smelled like.

And it wasn't just listening to my story and nodding the head.

It was she'd heard this story before because she'd lived it,

and she was telling me what really happened there.

She knew that this was real.

And it wasn't too long before I knew this was real as well.

I'm Jada.

I'm 10.

I got upset because people were fighting,

and people had crosses.

Some of them were in white stuff.

Some of them weren't.

I was really scared because I could remember them.

They attacked me because I wasn't Christian.

They tried to make me one.

They said that if I would become one, they wouldn't kill me.

And if I didn't become one, they would kill me.

So I walked into the fire all myself

because I didn't want them to push me into it.

When I'm at a big, big bonfire like it was there--

when I got burned, it was a big fire.

It wasn't just a little fire that would burn you.

So when I go to big festivals and a big fire,

it gives me the shivers.

When I'm around small fires like a fireplace, I'm OK.

This whole thing made Jada aware of her old life.

It didn't change her personality like the way she got up

in the morning or her dreams.

It just made her more aware.

I want her to get help so she's not so scared anymore.

There is an element of closure

that still needs to take place with this story.

I know that I need to find a way for Jada

to release the hold that this past life still has on her.

My daughter, Jada, believes that she was burned alive

in 13th century France.

I want Jada to be able to release these horrible images

about her past life that are still in her head.

I can't say I'm on board with reincarnation.

But I will always be on board with Mary Helen and the girls.

What happened to the Cathars

in Montsegur in 1244 is a very important part of history.

But I want Jada to be able to put these memories to rest

and to be able to move on with her own life

without having the weight of that terrible death

hanging over her at all times so she

can be successful in this life.

I'm going to ask Jada to make a list of the things that affect

her from her past life.

And we're going to take those, and we're

going to turn them to ashes so that they don't bother you

any more.

OK?

OK.

OK.

What scares her, what makes her anxious,

what makes her fearful in this lifetime-- so what would number

one be?

Being alone, locking doors, sleeping alone, the dark,

being in a crowd.

That's 10.

That's great.

OK, so here's what we're going to do.

We're going to take that list.

And how about you fold that up for me?

OK.

And now by putting fire to that, you're

telling all those bad memories from the past

that you're releasing them and letting them go.

And it's time to get on with your life as Jada today.

OK?

OK.

All right.

Bye-bye, past memories.

OK.

Awesome.

She was destroyed by the fire in her past life.

But now the fire will set her free.

And maybe, just maybe, I might be able to sleep a whole night

alone in my own bed.

Do you know who else I have?

Who?

The man in the robe, will we return him to the fire

from where he came?

OK.

How about say, the past is in the past?

The past is in the past.

And it can never hurt me.

And it can never hurt me.

Time to be just Jada.

Time to just Jada.

My mom and I burned the paper of the man in the white suit

and all my fears of my past lives.

So I do think burning them will help my fears go away.

I do feel more safe now that I burned them.

Now that I've burned my past memories,

I want to stand up for people who need help in this life.

My son, Andrew, told me that there was an explosion

where he lived.

And he died in a fire.

He said he was from Georgia and kept repeating the word semper.

At first, I didn't know what semper was until I researched

it.

Come to find out, semper fi is the motto for the Marines.

Andrew had mentioned wearing a military uniform.

I then typed in Marines from Georgia killed when a bomb hit

their home.

And I couldn't believe what came up.

The bombing of the Marine barracks in Beirut

happened in 1983.

300 service members lived in a building

that was hit by a truck bomb.

220 Marines and 21 other personnel

were killed in the bombings.

It was the largest death toll of Marines

since the battle of Iwo Jima in World War II.

It made me really sad to see how all these families had lost

their sons.

But I wanted to keep looking.

I found a list of the Marines who had died that day.

There were six from Georgia, six young men.

I just wanted to cry.

I was so, so upset.

I really wondered if this could be this story, if he could

be one of the six Marines from Georgia that had died that day.

As a parent, I was concerned for him

because he had recollection of him passing away in a fire.

And anything I could do to help him

understand, it was definitely something

I was looking to do for him to have closure so he could move

on with his life when he's not even five years old yet.

He's not even in kindergarten.

I have decided to show Andrew pictures of the Marines.

I want to see if he recognizes any

of the people in the photos.

If he does recognize anybody, maybe we can find a way for him

to let go of his pain.

If he doesn't recognize anyone, I still

want to find a way to help him.

I want him to feel safe in his current life.

I have to do this for my little boy.

I don't know what will happen if I don't.

Since age three, Andrew has talked about dying

in a fire from an explosion.

He repeatedly said the word semper

and told us he was from Georgia.

After doing a lot of research, I have found a few stories that

match what Andrew was saying.

There was a bombing in Beirut where six Marines from Georgia

were killed.

I do believe that Andrew is experiencing a past life,

and the memories are haunting him.

I decide to show him pictures of the six Marines from Georgia

that had died in Beirut.

I'm hoping that this is going to resolve his issues.

This will be our first step by looking at the pictures

to get to this resolution.

You know what we're going to do? - What?

We're going to open this up and show you pictures.

And you're going to show me if you know who they are, OK?

OK.

Let's see.

How about him?

So you've seen him before?

Yeah.

Were these your friends?

They were?

Yes.

Which one was your friend?

Which one were you friends with a lot?

But he lived in Georgia.

With you?

That person did?

What about any of the other gentlemen?

That's bad, buddy.

Are you getting upset?

What's the matter?

Look, we'll put the picture away.

I'm feeling overwhelmed right now at what Andrew just

revealed to us.

I'm feeling sadness and sorrow.

Don't worry, buddy.

The point of doing this research for Andrew

was to help him not to upset him.

I just don't want to see him going through this.

When Andrew first us was telling us about it,

it was very scary to hear him talk about dying.

I guess the more that we talk about it, the more we

try to understand it and try to help him through it.

I would say I believe Andrew now.

After Andrew saw the picture of the man

that he claims he is, he's been talking

a lot about the cemetery and how he wants to go

see where this man is buried.

I want this trip to go well.

I'm nervous because I don't want him to have those memories.

We came here to Georgia

to see where this man is buried.

I am hopeful that Andrew can say goodbye to his past life.

I hope that today is something that he'll be able to do that.

for these flowers.

It was a little emotional to see Andrew at the grave.

To see him standing there and being next to it

was definitely something I wasn't expecting.

I feel that he got what he needed out of it.

Seeing Andrew walking around the cemetery

had made me feel relieved.

He wasn't scared.

He was OK.

I'm definitely glad that me and my family

were able to make the trip and do this for Andrew as a family

so he knows we're all here to support him and be there

for him no matter what.

I just want to see Andrew play, have fun,

be a normal four-year-old.

Whoa.

I got you, Dad.

You tagged me.

I see a bright future for Andrew.

I feel that this experience and some of the knowledge that he

has at the age that he is will only blossom as the years come.

No hands.

I think I see great things for him.

I feel that Andrew is in a good place now,

and he's going to move on.

I'm looking forward to the future,

and I'm very excited to see what life has planned ahead for him.