title: I'm Still Here: The true story of a young man's desperate struggle to survive against insurmountable odds along with unusual and mysterious circumstances.
author: David C. Muse
description: David Christopher Muse was born in Chicago, Illinois on April 23rd 1967 on a rather unusual day considering that on that early Sunday morning when his mother went into the Hospital the sun was brightly shining, but after awakening in the recovery room the then mother of two noticed that her visiting relatives were donning Winter wear. That Heaven opening day had become one of the "Windy City's" snowiest days on record. Currently David travels throughout our great Country providing motivational speeches regarding the extreme importance of the critical need for organ and tissue donation. The dynamic and soul-inspiring Orator is willing to speak before church groups, schools or any Organization regarding the soul won's riveting testimony as God's bonifide Miracle proudly spreads the great news of grace and mercy. This courageous man of the Heavenly Creator is not only a valuable inspiration to others that are awaiting their own personal miracle, but is quickly becoming one of America's most exhilarating Authors. Crediting all of his success to his loving Savior and outstanding grandmother's constant prayers David continues to remind his captivated audiences that God has allowed all of us to continue to grace his awesome Earth for a purpose, and has not brought us this far to leave his people now.
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  Faded Encounters
  
  
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  “RUN, RIELLA! RUN!” the handsome honey-haired boy with stunning eyes calls out
  to me. He’s frantically beckoning me to run to him, urging me to move. Yet,
  I’m frozen in place, my legs glued to the floor in hesitation. I know I need
  to leave. I know I need to go with him, but I can’t. For some reason I’m
  looking back over my shoulder at the mainframe computers in the middle of the
  lab.
  
  
  There are men dressed in all black, from their head to toe, marching into the
  room from every direction. The march to an even steady tune of death and
  destruction. They have no need to hurry, they have no need to step out of
  line, they know they’ve won, they know I won’t leave. At least not yet. Not
  until I finish. This is the only chance I’ll get and everyone in the room
  knows it.
  
  
  Without thinking about the men in black masks that flood through the doors, or
  the weapons they carry, or even what will happe