Second Coming....Justified

I have mentioned a story from my past in a recent paper. Just to clarify, I have no preference  and see no harm in practices that are beyond me. Yet, what disturbs me?
 Imagine a pallet on the floor made of a shitty mattress 1/4 inch thick, sheeted like a hospital, and maybe you get a pillow, maybe not. I relive this experience everyday in my thoughts and it does grow me stronger.
 The one thing that scared me growing up was hearing of the second coming, (a story my mom told). She did not mind preaching it everyday and even though I could not handle anymore, she thought it necessary to keep going on and on and on and on. Morning, noon, and night, she did not feel well unless that press of understanding, something we could not see, was ironed into us. As I am one of nine, we all could feel the rapture...whatever that meant at the time... Our ages varied from, well, the oldest being seventeen years from the youngest; I am one of the five youngest,
 To initiate the memory of the pallet again: I was sleeping on the second floor living room, this in no way meant any of us unreasonable or fighting for a cause. We chose wrong in our choices compared to what options we were given. Our house was three floors built of plaster. Tiny stairs led to the third floor,(eventually my room), and a downstairs(first floor, underutilized). We slept as a family. The giant windows were a comfort, one facing the street of the Moose and one facing the brick side of what was once a furniture outlet...among other things. I could walk to the back and see the drop off to the bowling alley(100 ft.).
 I was sleeping on the comfortable pallet when a scratch covered my upper arm. I awoke, it was a rat. I jumped from bed to see nothing. I placed my head back down, more aware. Sleeping was not an option for me at the time, but, I managed to wear myself out.
 I did not dream that night, as partial as it was, only to be awaken by the sound of a deep horn. I was still very awake. I felt terrified, at the age of eleven "_ _ _" was calling "HIS PEOPLE". I laid very still listening to the thuuummmp,deep thuuummmp, bong. I still think about that moment.
Am I chosen, questioning why?

 Thanks
 Nordic history: Heimdall will blow his horn as loud as he can and that will be the warning for all the einherjar in Valhalla that the war has started.
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