Snow Globe Mike

On December 28, 1988 at 7:55 P.M. I slowly and cautiously pulled into the parking lot of the church. My car seemed to have a mind of its own. It made no sense that I would be going to a church on a Thursday night, or any other night for that matter. I don’t remember opening the car door. I don’t remember walking up to the door. I don’t recall any of it. In fact, I don’t remember the entire 10-minute drive from my apartment. I know it happened because I remember standing at the back of the sanctuary, just standing there, not knowing what to do.