I have always been attracted to Gettysburg, and one day in June 2010, after going to Bass Pro Shops in Harrisburg, I had nothing else planned for the day so I decided to continue on to Gettysburg as I had not been there in some time.
After the usual stops in town for some food and shopping, I headed to the battlefield. As soon as I got into the park, instead of going to Devils Den, or Little Round Top as I usually do first, I went straight to the Wheatfield, as I never really went there.
After parking, I started to walk into the field, and all of a sudden I had an uneasy feeling come over me. As I was trying to figure out why I was feeling like I was, I suddenly out of nowhere landed face first into the ground, and I began to cry for no apparent reason. I stood up and shook off my fall and continued on. I was about 30 yards from where I fell and realized my keys had fallen out of my pocket. I walked back and after about 15 minutes I saw my keys and walked over. I got to the same spot and again I did a face plant and began crying. I grabbed my keys and headed back to my car.
I can only imagine why this happened to me and what it meant.