I'm glad I found this forum and it may help me to post to it. I'm middle aged. I came from a great family and have a happy life. When I was in my middle 40's ( Now I'm in my 50's) born in 63. I was walking by some German Tourists on the east coast speaking German and they were lost. They were talking to each other and arguing how to get to their destination. I slowed down to listen and I understood them and understood where they wanted to go. I stopped and politely asked in english if they needed help and I helped them and they went on their way. One thing is I never studied German at all even a little. Understanding German never occurred before that moment but fairly regular since then. Even today I went to a movie a documentary in German and I understood it just fine it was terrifying because it was listening to a Nazi war criminal but easy to understand. In my previous life I died in 1943 or 1944 in a concentration camp perhaps, I was Jewish then as I am now I was born in 1907. I used to live in France but spoke French and German. The shock of loss of life still reverberates to me now. I died pretty suddenly and not of natural causes. I still have feelings for people that were in my life before. I'm glad I was born into my family for this life and I had a wonderful childhood. The first time I went to Paris never having been there and terrible with directions and maps, I found my way around like I lived there. I never used maps or now GPS because I more or less know my way around. But it was that way from my first visit. Its been that way all of this life. I can't admit I understand German to anyone.. so if it comes up I tell them that English is west Germanic so its related... but It happened again today. I do speak French and learned it as a child . I know the story is a little disjointed, but I was born in the United States, my family was not affected by the holocaust, and already lived in the United States a long time before WW2. None of this has anything to do with my family in this life. I know people might say talk to a therapist about mid life anxiety or what ever, but this is not about anxiety. Its that I remember bits and pieces of my last life. I have not been a person that believes in past lives and came from a religious family that of course would not believe in it. I was not a prince nor pauper in my last life, simply a man that was quite happy until I died and when I died it was traumatic. I still feel at home in Paris. But the bottom line is I want to be fully present in this life. Love those in my life that love me, and I enjoy my work. I'm not crazy, but feel that I needed to share this story with others that may believe me. I understand fully if you are skeptical and I am skeptical also except when I have memories or like today once again understood a language that I don't know. thanks for reading.