“Lisa
Binsby, will you marry me?”
Stephen cleared the entire pool table. All that remained was the 8-ball. Unluckily for Paul Higgins, Stephen was
exceptional at pool. It was a talent he never fully utilized, with the
exception of a couple cheap carnival games. Paul lost his swagger and was
lagging way behind. The crowd was stunned. Campbell proudly looked
on as his boss was about to grow $2,000 richer.
“What’s wrong Paul? Can’t make it seven in a
row?” Stephen had stolen Paul’s thunder. He enjoyed turning the
tables on this ex-bully. Sometimes people just needed a taste of their
own medicine to set them straight. Not that Paul Higgins would ever be
anything but a primetime jerk.
The crowd wondered aloud who it was laying a beat down on
their hero. “Who is that guy?” “What movie is he from?” The
crowd obliviously awaited Paul’s defeat.
Paul knocked in some shots. He wasn’t an inadequate
opponent. In fact, he was an excellent player; but Stephen was
phenomenal. It was only a matter of time before Paul screwed up, allowing
Stephen a chance to put the game to rest. Sure enough, Paul’s shot left
his target ball barely tipping and missing the middle cup. The white ball
ricocheted toward the center of the table.
Stephen had a clear shot with the 8-ball in the corner
pocket. He chalked his stick, leaned in to Campbell, who had been his
biggest fan throughout the match, and said, “Guess I’m buying dinner for the
next couple days.” Stephen approached and prepared to sink his shot.
The crowd shifted its focus. One by one, heads
switched directions. They all looked toward Paul. The match became
an afterthought. Stephen was flabbergasted. He was about to make
the shot they’d been waiting for. What could take their attention away
from that?
Stephen could barely see Paul anymore as the crowd closed
around him. A woman kissed him on the cheek. “Who is that?” Stephen
asked Campbell. The crowd continued to block their view. Stephen
and Campbell tried to look around the clustered heads to see what was causing
the commotion.
Paul emerged from the crowd and uttered, “Get it over with
already.” Stephen now had a clear look at what caused the ruckus: the
woman who kissed Paul Higgins.
It was Lisa Binsby.
5
A week later, the whole world was watching Stephen Pandora.
This was the biggest moment of his life and here he was, about to give a speech
to every living person on the planet.
He was in the United States Capitol at a joint meeting of
Congress. As Campbell told him before, this was different from a joint session .
A joint session was typically only given by the president and was far more
formal and full of tradition.
Stephen, in a suit and tie, approached the podium.
Countless presidents and foreign leaders have spoken from this very spot.
Stephen was not overwhelmed by his predecessors; he was determined to
accomplish his mission. The well-dressed, fancy members of Congress
flooded the intimidating half-circular room. They were attentively
waiting for him to begin. He looked at everyone as the American flag hung
vertically behind him. There were three Teleprompters to guide him
through the speech. One on his left, one on his right, and one right
above the camera in front of him. He had practiced and was fairly
confident he could handle them. The text sat and waited on the screens to
be read. He took a deep breath and began.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, members of Congress, thank you for
allowing me to speak to you today. It has been almost two years since my
team and I stumbled upon the ILD. For those of you who don’t know, ILD
stands for ‘Infinite Life Discovery’. Without getting procedural, what we
discovered is that at the instant of your death, you are reborn.
“This idea of rebirth differs from what you may
traditionally identify as ‘reincarnation’. With reincarnation, a person
dies and later comes back into a new body. Further,
with reincarnation, a person’s rebirth