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She would
have night terrors.

Phil or I would, kind of,
have to hold her down.

She said, oh, no.

They're here.

And she says, they
want to hurt you.

She said, I got a
visit from my past daddy.

And I thought, well,
what does she mean?

And she starts screaming,
it's going to fall.

It's going to fall.

She started to say she
could see things at night.

And she turned
around and looked at me.

And she goes, they're on fire.

I found in this writing that
she was a girl from a country

called [inaudible].

Like, she's
screaming, help me.

I thought, what's
wrong with her?

I didn't know what
was happening to my grandbaby.

And I didn't know
how to help her.

I was really freaked out.

I don't know what to do.

What can I do?

I did think that she
was going to hurt herself.

My name is Michelle Johnston.

I live in Mount
Pleasant, Tennessee.

Mount Pleasant is located
in middle Tennessee,

just about 50 miles
south of Nashville.

I love living in Mount Pleasant.

There's a lot of history.

It's a peaceful community.

I'm Karsynn.

I'm 20.

I'm a stay-at-home mom to my
daughters, Alexis and Lily.

The day I found out I
was pregnant, I was 17.

The first part of Karsynn's
pregnancy was pretty normal.

Everything was going well.

Toward the end of the
pregnancy, though, we

started to have some problems.

She was having a lot of pain in
the lower part of her abdomen.

I didn't have that with
any of my pregnancies.

She made several trips
to the emergency room,

thinking that she was in labor.

They put her in the hospital
on a Monday, somewhere around 5

PM.

It was very painful.

I had really bad back labor.

I had to have my epidural
done three times.

I never finished
dilating, so they had

to do an emergency C-section.

It was just a real
difficult labor and delivery.

Karsynn was very, very sick.

I was just scared to death.

It was difficult
getting Lexi here.

And I laid there for 80
hours before Alexis was born.

One of the most
exciting moments

is when Alexis was born.

Through the
pregnancy, you kind of

got it, hey, I'm having a kid.

But it doesn't really hit
you until you're actually

holding her.

At first, motherhood
was very difficult.

Alexis had to sleep with
my mama because I couldn't

get up and move.

She got really
attached to my mom.

Alexis is
my granddaughter.

And since she's
come into the world,

she's just been my whole heart.

I loved being a mother.

And I just love being
a grandmother, I think,

even more.

Lexi, since she
come into the world,

there's something about her.
She's different.

Like, she does different
things than other children.

I mean, at six months old,
she would take a pencil, pen,

crayon--

anything-- and hold
it the proper way.

Most children grasp
it with a fist.

Lexi holds it like an adult.

The first time I saw her
holding the pen that way,

it was kind of shocking.

And she continued to do it
every time she picked it up.

So it wasn't a fluke thing.

She did it correct every time.

Lexi was at home
from the hospital,

and she had bad sleep patterns.

We thought at first, she's
been in the hospital.

She'll gradually get into
a better sleep habit.

When we tried to lay her down
in the crib, that didn't work.

Minutes after we'd lay
her down, she'd wake up,

and she'd be crying.

She'd actually scream
a lot of the time--

terrified.

We tried moving the
crib into our bedroom,

but that didn't work either.

She's always had
very restless sleep.

And once she was two
or three months old,

we thought, well, maybe she
has an inner ear infection.

There was no fever.

Maybe she's colicky?

Several trips to the
emergency room, back and forth

to pediatricians--
there was never

anything wrong which could
explain why Lexi couldn't

sleep.

Then she started having
extreme night terrors.

Lexi didn't want to go to bed.

She would scream and holler.

When Lexi did
finally fall asleep,

it usually wasn't for very long.

She would start to
move around a lot.

She would start to get sweaty.

So I'd take the covers
off of her so maybe she

could get a little more air.

We'd get up after having
what we'd call a night terror

or really bad dream.

Lexi's screaming.

She's pulling at her hair.

She's pulling at our hair.

She's screaming, help me.

I'm scared.

Several nights into the
night terrors, and I really

wasn't thinking anything of it.

When they continued for
weeks, and then the weeks

turned into months, my thought
was, this is just not right.

Children don't do this.

It was breaking
my heart to watch

Lexi have to go through this--

not sleeping, grinding
her teeth, crying.

I thought the night terrors
were something that's eventually

going to go away.

But you know, we were
up for a challenge.

The first time I noticed
something strange, Alexis

would have conversations with
people who weren't there.

My 13-year-old
daughter said Lexi was creepy.

She certainly made you stop and
look, peek around the corner,

and second-guess what's there.

I knew there was
something else going on.

My name is Kim, and I
am an RN clinic manager

at a medical facility
here in Elk River.

Elk River is about 45 minutes
from the Minneapolis-St. Paul

area.

It's a big hockey town.

It's a pretty tight
knit community.

Elk River is known for
a lot of outdoor stuff--

hunting, fishing, hiking.

The Mississippi River
runs through Elk River.

A fun old downtown with
lots of unique shopping.

And we just really
like the community

and been here for
about 10 years.

My pregnancy with Anissa
was pretty difficult.

I was in labor for
about 24 hours.

The birth was very long.

Kim was in labor for
quite a long time.

I pushed for about four hours.

The C-section crew
was all ready.

And then the doctor
finally, basically,

kind of crawled up onto my
bed and just vacuumed her out.

I wasn't sure if I was
going to be able to make it.

When Anissa was a baby,
she was more fussy,

needed a little
bit more attention.

She would cry and cry and cry.

Wanted to be held a lot.

As a toddler, Anissa
was very caring.

When someone was sad, she would
do things to try to make people

happy, because I
think she is pretty

sensitive to other
people's emotions.

The first time that something
struck me as odd with Anissa,

she was in kindergarten.

We were driving.

Anissa was buckled up in
her car seat in the back.

And I remember her getting
very excited and very happy.

And I said, what are
you doing back there?

And Anissa's like, Mom, Mom!

Bailey is here.

Bailey was my Pomeranian
dog that I had.

He had already passed along
before my children were even

born.

She was like, well, Mom,
he's-- he's right under me,

under my legs.

Can't you see him?

I can feel him under my legs.

When Kim told me the
story about Bailey,

at first I was like, OK.

That's interesting.

You know, I didn't really
know what to make of it

or understand it.

My thought was that
she was imagining it.

I really didn't think
much of it at that time.

Another odd thing happened.

One morning I was
getting ready for work.

And Anissa came in, and she
said, Mom, Mom, I got a visit

from my past-past-past daddy.

Not my Daddy Phil, she'd
say, who's her dad now.

She just went on and on.

He would visit her, you
know, in these dreams

to these daisy fields and see
these beautiful, sparkling

trees.

They would write poems together.

They would sing.

And she would say that she
was in heaven with him.

And I thought,
what does she mean?

Karsynn was 17 when
she got pregnant with Lexi.

Lexi was very
advanced for her age.

She was writing at six months.

And about that same time, she
started having night terrors.

It was breaking
my heart to watch

Lexi have to go through this.

One time, I was buckling
her sister in the truck.

We were going to go
to my mother's house.

And she starts talking.

And I asked her who
she was talking to.

And she pointed to
our neighbor's yard.

She said, the little
boy right there.

And I was like, what little boy?

She said him.

He's two like me.

I didn't think much of
it because most kids have

imaginary friends.

I asked her if she had
ever seen him before.

And she said, yes.

He follows her everywhere.

She started looking
out windows and saying, oh, no.

They're coming.

No, it's OK, Lexi.

There's no one here.

It just went on
for several months,

until it finally got to
where you just weren't paying

any more attention.

As soon as she said,
oh, no, they're coming,

you wouldn't even look any more.

You just said, there's
no one here, Lexi.

And then just one
day, out of the blue,

she said, oh, no, they're here.

They're finally here.

So we all just
stopped immediately.

Of course, I look
out the door now.

I said, there's no
one here, sweetheart.

Lexi said, yes, there is.

She turned and looked
at my daughter, Brooke,

and she says, and
they want to hurt you.

And I was like, well,
that's a little creepy.

At that point, everybody was
just getting kind of creeped

out.

Things started to turn
a little scarier, I think,

at this point.

We were in the backyard
playing one afternoon.

And there were several
of us out there.

Lexi is playing in the dirt.

And she gets up, walks
over to the tree line,

and she's standing
there talking.

I said, who are you talking to?

And she turned and
goes, to those people.

She says, there are two of them.

So we're all looking at each
other, thinking, what are we

getting ready to find out now?

So I said, what
do they look like?

And she turned around
and look at me.

She goes, they're on fire.

I was trying to ask her
more questions about them.

I said, do you
know who they are?

She goes, they are
a mommy and a daddy.

I didn't know how
to feel about that.

It was a little scary.

Lexi's seeing something
that I can't see.

It's one thing to have
an imaginary friend.

If she says she sees it--

she's not old enough
to lie to me yet.

How in the world is this baby
going to come up with seeing

people who aren't there?

I don't know how to deal
with something I can't see.

I've got this two-year-old baby
explaining horrific things.

I just don't know what to do.

My daughter, Anissa talked
about her past-past-past daddy.

I was definitely
worried about Anissa.

When Anissa was five, she
was talking about experiences

that she was having with
her past-past-past daddy.

She started to describe
him in great detail.

She started to draw
pictures of him, the clothes

he was wearing--

short pants.

I remember her drawing a
picture of his funny hair

with a cigarette in his hand.

And he wrote books.

She kept saying that
that was his job.

There was a time where I found
Anissa writing, over and over,

that she was a girl from
a country called New York.

She felt she lived there
and wanted to visit there.

And it seemed like she knew New
York but had never been there.

The amount of detail that Anissa
would give, I thought, this

has got to be something.

When Anissa was
around eight or nine,

she didn't want to
sleep by herself.

She always wanted to
sleep with Kim and I

or sleep with her brother.

You know, we didn't
really understand why.

We couldn't shut the door.

The door had to be open.

At the age of 10, you should
be able to sleep alone.

Oftentimes, we found her
barricaded with pillows

around her so she
couldn't see over.

She would also take her
mirrors and flip them around

against the wall so
they weren't facing her.

But we would ask her, why?

What-- what are you afraid of?

And that's when she started
to say she could see things

at night.

My thought was,
what's wrong with her?

One day Anissa
described an orphan boy

and that he was sick.

And Anissa felt he was poisoned.

But he only came to
her in the mirror.

When she was getting ready,
he'd appear next to her.

She kept smelling mothballs.

She drew him as having
these clothes on that

had holes all over in it.

He was always around her.

And he didn't want to leave.

She was very scared of him.

That's when she would not go
to the bathroom by herself.

Here she was, this
10-year-old that

had to have the door open
to go to the bathroom

because she wouldn't be alone
in the bathroom anymore.

And in the back of my
head, thinking about it--

OK, that kind of
weird, kind of creepy.

You know, why-- why is
she thinking like that?

You know, is there
something wrong with Anissa?

So I finally
got to the point

of asking some of my
pediatricians that I trusted.

They led me to a
child therapist.

I was really freaked out.

I thought there could be
something mentally wrong

with her.

My two-year-old
granddaughter, Alexis,

started having night terrors.

Then she started talking to a
little boy who wasn't there.

And then she started talking
to two people she said

were on fire.

I didn't know what was
happening to my grandbaby.

And I also didn't
know how to help her.

Lexi reminded me of something
that happened before,

but at the time I
didn't believe it.

My son, Garrett, is now 22,
but from a very early age

he would tell me
things not unlike Lexi.

But when Garrett
was 15 months old,

he scared the life out of me.

We were asleep.

He sat up in the bed.

And he says, oh, Mama, look.

There him is.

It's pitch black.

I'm trying to look around
the room, thinking,

is somebody in this room?

I said, who is it, Garrett?

Garrett said, that man,
and points over there.

I said, Garrett,
there's no one there.

I said, well, Garrett,
what does he look like?

He says, oh, mama, him's
got big, beautiful wings.

And he puts his
arms out like that.

I reach over and grab my son.

And I said, who is it?

And he says, oh, it's God.

I said, Garrett, how
do you know who God is?

And he said, because
Mama, I lived with him

before I was your little boy.

I feel bad, because some of
the things that Garrett says

that he saw, Lexi is
describing the same things.

It's not that I didn't want to
believe him and I believe Lexi.

I didn't know to believe
Garrett at that time.

And then Lexi said
something that shocked me.

We live close to
a small airport.

And Lexi plays outside.

The first time a plane
flew over, she freaked out.

She starts screaming and crying.

She's running across the yard
trying to get to someone.

And so I scooped her up.

I'm like, it's OK, baby.
It's OK.

And at first it
didn't dawn on me

that it was the airplane
that had scared her.

And she started screaming,
it's going to fall.

It's going to fall.

No, no, no, baby, I said.

It's just an airplane.

It's not going to fall.

And she said, oh, yes, it is.

Alexis is terrified of planes.

Every time one flies overhead,
she'll usually scream and run

to the nearest person and
hold on to them for dear life.

Lexi had just turned two, and
we were visiting my parents.

And we were sitting outside
on the lawn furniture,

and a plane flew over.

And Lexi's burying
her head, screaming,

that plane is going to fall.

It's going to catch on fire.

It's going to fall.

I thought, where
did that come from?

It's not going to
catch on fire, Lexi.

It was real fear.

Karsynn had decided one day
in the backyard to ask her,

have you ever been on a plane?

And Lexi answered her,
yes, which kind of shocked

us all because Lexi has
never been on a plane.

We said, what happened
to your plane, Lexi?

And she goes, it's raining.

Lots and lots of rain,
she said, and thunder.

I said, was there a storm?

And she goes, bad
storm, bad storm.

And I'm like, are you OK?

And she goes, no, no.

I want to help Lexi
through this so that there

is some sort of resolve.

When my son was going
through this, I was too busy.

I hope to atone for my ignorance
back then with Garrett,

maybe, through Lexi.

I've worked with
children for many years.

I know that the things that
Lexi does is not normal.

I don't know what to do.

What can I do?

I was really starting to believe
that Alexis, my granddaughter,

was remembering a past life.

My daughter, Anissa, talked
about having a past-past daddy

and being from a
country called New York.

She had horrible problems
sleeping at night.

And she did not
want to be alone.

I really was fearful of what
her future would lead to.

After we saw the
child therapist,

he did conclude that she
was not mentally ill.

Knowing that she didn't
have a mental illness,

I felt a sense of
relief in one aspect.

But then I had a whole
other sense of fear.

Now what are we going to do?

Anissa was a very
creative little girl.

She wrote poems and music and
short stories, meditation.

And some of it just didn't seem
like her intellect at the ages

that she was.

With everything that had
been going on with Anissa,

I started to think, is she
remembering a past life?

Growing up Lutheran, past
lives or reincarnation

wasn't something that I
thought was bad or not

a possibility, just
something that was never

really discussed.

Nothing could have prepared
us for what happened next.

When Anissa was
around nine years old,

I won tickets to a
hockey game in St. Paul.

After the hockey game,
we had left the arena,

and we were walking
outside all together.

She was going, oh, I
just feel so happy here.

I feel like I could
get married here.

And then she just took
off running ahead of us.

And she's like, Mom,
Dad, come on, come on.

So we caught up to
her, and there she is.

She's standing by this statue.

And she puts her arm around him.

And she said, here he is.

This is him.

This is my past-past-past daddy
that visits me in my dreams.

And I couldn't believe
what happened next.

My two-year-old
granddaughter, Alexis,

sees people that aren't there.

She's terrified of airplanes.

This is not normal
two-year-old behavior.

We were outside, and
a plane flew over.

She immediately snaps
her head and looks up,

and she goes, my
plane, my plane.

We said, what happened
to your plane, Lexi?

And she goes, it's on fire.

I was really starting
to worry about her.

I believe that Alexis,
my granddaughter,

was remembering a past life.

I had had speculation before.

Like, when she was
talking to the people

that we couldn't see,
I'm like, what is this?

You know, is she some sort
of clairvoyant at two?

Out of the blue, I
told my mama one day,

I said, that baby's
connected to the past.

You know, that's
all this can be.

It wasn't too long after that--
maybe a couple of weeks or two

to three weeks after that--

she started describing in
full detail that plane crash.

Lexi has told me the
story more than once

that she was on the plane
with a younger sister.

She said, everybody screamed.

I'm falling.

My plane is falling.

And here come the
little tears again.

They're just running
down her cheeks

to the point they're dripping
off the bottom of her chin.

And she turned around,
and she said, I can't fly.

And that's when Lexi breaks
down and just starts to sob.

After every episode--
is what we call them--

that Lexi has, when
she comes out of that

and she's still crying,
she's sobbing, she'll cry

and say I need a
nap, I need a nap.

And she wants to
go to the couch.

And then we lay her down, and
she closes her eyes real tight.

I don't know if she's
trying to forget

or trying to go to sleep so
she doesn't think about it.

I can't stand the thought that
my granddaughter is having

these visualizations of being
on a burning plane that's

crashing, and she knows
she's not getting out of it.

I'm not sure how I
feel about past lives.

If she is remembering
a past life,

I don't want her to
remember that she did have

another family and that we're
not the only family she's had.

Lexi is
still very small.

There are small details
still constantly surfacing.

The other day I
was in the kitchen.

I was washing dishes.

And Lexi comes in, and she
goes, Mimi, I'm almost nine.

I said, you are?

Lexi, I think
you're almost three.

And she goes, no,
Lexi is almost three.

I said, well, if
Lexi is almost three,

and you're almost
nine, who are you?

And she goes, not Alexis.

And she takes off
running down the hallway.

And she's laughing.

So I'm like, hmm.

You know, a part of me wonders,
child's imagination or is

this connected to the past too?

Is this this other
person's reaction to me?

I grew up in a Christian family.

I didn't really know
what reincarnation was.

You just talked about
going to heaven-- you know,

not like going to heaven and
coming back as somebody else.

You didn't think those things.

Me breaking that faith and
going the route that I am,

I think that will help
Lexi because I'm just

more open-minded.

I'm more susceptible
to listening to her

with an open mind.

I wanted some answers
about this plane

so that I could help Lexi.

One day, while I was in Lexi's
room picking up her toys,

I run across a coloring page.

And I picked it up.

And just as I crumpled
it up to throw it away,

I realized that there were
numbers written on the page.

And it said 8-6-6.

I thought, oh, somebody was
writing down one of those 800

numbers and didn't finish it.

I went ahead and wadded it up
and threw it in the garbage.

And then I got to thinking,
no one's been here.

She just colored those.

So I come in here, and I got
it back out of the garbage.

And I looked at it again.

So I thought, well,
it's worth a shot.

So I typed in, "plane
crash of flight 866."

I didn't really
turn up anything.

So I threw it away again.

But I couldn't get
it out of my mind.

I just felt like the 8-6-6
was there for a reason.

I got it out again, and
I laid it on the desk.

And I kept thinking about it--

8-6-6, 8-6-6, what
could this be?

So it hit me--

August being the
eighth month of 1966.

So I typed in, "plane
crash of August 1966,"

and up pops this
horrible plane crash.

So I'm hoping that we can find
out more about this crash.

We need some resolution here.

My granddaughter, Alexis,
suffers from night terrors,

sees people that
aren't there, described

seeing a mommy and
a daddy burning,

and describes being on a
horrible plane crash that's

on fire.

I believe my granddaughter
is experiencing a past life.

I run across a coloring
page, and it said 8-6-6.

And I couldn't get
it out of my mind.

I've been trying to do some
research on plane crashes based

on the information that
Lexi's provided us.

I know, from her descriptions,
that there was a lot of rain,

thunder, and lightning.

She was on board with
a younger sister.

This plane caught on
fire and broke apart

while it was still in the air.

It was a passenger plane
during a bad thunderstorm.

There had to be two
sisters very close

in age on board this plane.

So I typed in, "plane
crash of flight 866."

I didn't really
turn up anything.

But then I typed in, "plane
crash of August 1966,"

and up pops this
horrible plane crash.

The plane was caught in an
up-squall, rotated to the left,

and then it began a nose dive.

And in that nose dive,
the plane caught on fire

and began to break apart.

So I pulled up a passenger
list of the plane.

The first name on the list
was a military serviceman.

The very next two
names were sisters--

a Nancy Chamberlain, age 18,
and a Susan Chamberlain, age 15.

Could this be Lexi?

What happened when
you were on the plane?

I fall.

You fell?

Mhm.

I fell.

Lexi is still
remembering her past life.

Maybe with a little bit
more age on her-- you know,

better communication skills--

she'll be able to
reveal a lot more.

We're getting a journal.

And we're going
to take everything

that Lexi has given us--

writings and her
drawings-- and we're

going to keep up with
every little detail

as it comes through.

That will help us find out
who she was in the past.

OK, you know what?

I've got some great ideas.

You know what we're going
to start doing together?

We're going to get a book
with lots of paper in it.

And we're going to start
coloring pictures about things

that you see, things
that you remember,

or things that you dream about.

As she gives us
more details, we're

just going to keep
adding those details in

and try to pin it down to which
one we think it actually fits.

If she is experiencing
something, such as a past life

experience, I would think
it would be pretty cool.

It probably would sway
my belief towards it.

Hopefully, over time, we'll
have Lexi's book finished,

and we'll have her closure.

My daughter, Anissa, talked
about having a past-past daddy.

And one day when she was
nine, we walked through a park

and came across a statue.

She ran right up to it and
started yelling that this was

her past-past daddy.

When Anissa said that
that was her past daddy,

I'm like, oh, OK.

This is interesting.

I didn't really
think anything of it.

You know, maybe it's
just her imagination.

It just happened to be
somebody she thought

could be her past daddy.

So we went up to the
statue and read the plaque

and found out that the statue
was F. Scott Fitzgerald.

At that moment,
I don't recall really

knowing who he was.

Once I got home, I
looked up his name.

What I found was that
F. Scott Fitzgerald

was one of the greatest American
novelists that wrote "The Great

Gatsby."

Anissa drew a picture of what
her past daddy looked like.

The hairstyle was so unique that
I knew she couldn't have just

come up with that on her own.

I printed off a few pictures
and laid them on the counter.

She grabbed an image and
said, here he is, mom.

This is what he looked
like in real life.

Everything was coming together.

Anissa had said that her name
in her past life was similar

to her dad's.

When I did the research
on the daughter,

I found that she went by Scotty.

She was living in
New York for years.

And she was a composer.

She also worked for
the "New York Times."

And I thought that was a
very interesting correlation

with my daughter, because when
she was having these visits

from her past-past dad, she was
doing a lot of writing of poems

and music.

And she had a strong urge to
go visit a country called New

York.

And I just had to believe that
that wasn't a coincidence.

At first I was skeptical,
but it started to click, hey,

there's more to this.

It's not just something
she's making up.

Something's legit here
that something's real.

My name is Anissa,
and I'm 16 years old.

When I was younger, everything
was more difficult for me

because I didn't know how
to control this stuff I'd

been seeing or explain myself--

like, what I can do.

And I felt very
different from others.

The first time I started to
dream about my past daddy,

I kept on having these dreams.

And we would be, like,
writing poems or, like,

writing books and,
like, singing together.

He was well-dressed in
a nice little, like,

suit he would always wear.

He had this weird type of
hair that'd be, like, slicked

to the side.

I felt very loved.

Like, the way we act
towards each other

was like father and daughter.

When I saw this statue, it
said F. Scott Fitzgerald.

And in my dreams, I would always
say to my dad, Fitzgerald.

And so when I saw that,
it drew me right to it.

That's my daddy.

I have never
experienced a past life,

but I had to find a way
to support my daughter.

We have planned
to go to St. Paul

to the statue of F. Scott
Fitzgerald to say goodbye.

What I want to tell my daughter
is to focus on the present.

When my daughter, Anissa, was
nine, we came across a statue.

She ran right up to it and said,
this is her past, past daddy.

The plaque next
to the statue said

it was F. Scott Fitzgerald.

When I got home, I did research.

And I could not
believe how many things

I found on F. Scott Fitzgerald
that matched what Anissa had

said.

Once the past life
connection came about,

it brought a whole
lot of acceptance

to everything else
that was going on.

Things that couldn't be
explainable became explained.

So I think it's really caused
us to accept everything

and continue just
to learn from it.

With our acceptance of
Anissa's experiences

with the past lives,
her connections

with spirits I think really has
made Anissa thrive and accepted

it on her own as well.

Anissa just turned 16.

And she's a sophomore
in high school.

And just this past week she
was voted homecoming royalty

for sophomore class.

I was so proud of her.

And it's just so comforting
to see her in the position

that she's in.

And there's some people
that do know about Anissa

and her sensitivities,
yet they support her.

And I see her
thriving and growing

into such a beautiful
young lady I'm so proud of.

There was this famous letter
that F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote

to his daughter, giving her
some advice and some support.

And what I'd like to do is give
that letter to my daughter,

Anissa, and show her how much we
support her and her past life.

There is a part in that letter
that he tells his daughter

to not focus on the past
and not focus on the future

but to focus on the present.

And that's what I want
to tell my daughter,

also, is to focus
on the present.

I feel like I could really say
goodbye to my past daddy now.

I want to move forward and
live my life as Anissa now.

We have planned
to go to St. Paul

to the statue of F. Scott
Fitzgerald to say goodbye.

Anissa is ready to move
forward with this life.

And we are so proud of her.

I plan on giving her F.
Scott Fitzgerald's letter.

I don't think she's
ever read it before.

I'm really excited
to go back and see

the statue of my past daddy.

I feel like it would
give me closure.

Kim and I decided to bring
Anissa back to Rice Park

so Anissa can see F. Scott
Fitzgerald's statue--

kind of do a last goodbye and
a final closure on F. Scott

Fitzgerald.

Anissa, I wanted
to give this to you.

I found this, and it is a letter
that your past daddy wrote

to his daughter.

And I thought it was really
important for you to not worry

about the past and don't
worry about the future

and just really
focus on the present.

Thank you, Mom.

This is a really nice
important message.

It's going to let me move
forward from my past.

And I want to still thank you.

You're welcome.

When my mom
gave me that letter,

it told me not to worry about
the past or not to worry

about the future.

And that made a big impact onto
me, coming from my past daddy.

So now I can focus on the now.

And I can be me and be happy.

With Anissa talking
about her past daddy, for me,

it never really bothered
me or affected me.

I didn't think anything bad of
it because that was the past,

and this is the present.

This is the now.

And I am and I always will
be her ultimate daddy.

And I'm going to spend the rest
of my life being the best daddy

that I can for her.

Keep her safe,
happy, and healthy--

that's all that we can hope for
in any life, past or present.