When History Reached Me Across Space and Time

Years ago, when I was a young girl, I received a postcard from a dead man. Yes, you read that right. A man who died in 1988 sent me a postcard in 1946. It took me decades to realize that I had always been the intended owner of the postcard.

Have you ever felt something or someone reach you through space and time?

I have.

Read on to find out more…