I was walking to school one day from seminary and a guy came up to me and offered me a can of beans. He said they were all he had to make money from, and I didnʻt have any money, so passed him by.

I hadnʻt seen anything strange that morning, so of course it was fine. I watched choir friends scatter as I headed for latin class. The room was fun and the people were kind as always. So I went on with my day. Translations werenʻt too bad- I mean he even let us watch a video about gladiators!

Anyways he called for our papers and we went to bring them to him. When I went over there, I saw a faint figure in the window- just standing there. I thought it might be a landscaper. Then the man crossed the window-beans in hand.

Then his face flashed on the screen foe a milisecond with nothing but the words,

“Memento Mori.”

Remember, you will die.

Later that day I had almost forgotten about it. Everything was back to normal. I still wondered what the heck happened- or if it was some kind of crazy coincidence. The teachers hadnʻt seen anything. “Maybe,” I thought, “it was just the tiredness. Stress or something.” That was calming. I didnʻt worry about the man coming back.

Until he showed up on my doorstep.