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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.