When I was about 9 years old, my father forced me to go with him to the funeral of a friend of his, that I didn't know.

When we got there, I stayed in a corner, waiting for time to pass by. Then a man approached me and said, "Enjoy life boy, be happy because time flies. Look at me now… I didn't enjoy it." He then passed his hand over my head and left.

My father, before leaving, forced me to say goodbye to the dead person. When I looked in the coffin, I was startled that the man who was talking to me when I was in the corner was the same man in the coffin!

For several years later, I was not able to sleep properly. With repeated nightmares and psychological disorders, I was terrified of being alone. I visited many psychologists. I didn't turn off the light at night and several other turmoils that I had to endure throughout my adolescent ages…

Years later I discovered something incredible that changed my life.

That dead idiot had a twin brother.