On the night of November 2, 1966, traveling salesman Woodrow Derenberger was driving south down Interstate 77 to Mineral Wells, West Virginia. At a few minutes after 7, near the intersection of Interstate 47, Derenberger had the strangest experience of his life.
Speaking of being frightened of a close encounter, I was, too, till I was in my early 20s, then I decided that God would protect me, and I started to want to communicate with our universal family.
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