I have had this special gift since I was a young girl. When I was nine years old my mom had me go in another room and guess what cards she was holding. Sometimes, I saw a picture in my mind of the cards, and other times just blank. One of my first memories of perception was riding my bike through a busy neighborhood and seeing myself get hit by a car. I decided to take a different route home and was never in that accident.

Another memory is seeing my car totaled and empty little bottles of booze everywhere. I had a very funny feeling that night and still went to the concert because of pure pressure. I was sixteen at the time and hanging with nineteen year olds. I didn't know about the bottles of booze that were found later in the vehicle. I guess they were going out to the car and drinking when I was in the concert.  The car I was in looked like a squashed can after the accident. I still don't know how they got me out!  Well, I lived through it and very against drunk drivers to this day.

Another incident that happend four years ago, still really bothers me. I was riding my bike at the lake and stopped to talk to a good friend. He said he didn't feel good, so I made my husband stay with him. I had a funny feeling he couldn't be alone that night or something would happen. My husband stayed with him until midnight; then shortly after the neighbor found him. I knew it could happen but didn't listen to myself again. I never know when this gift is going happen it just does when I least expect it.

My most recent event has traumatized me the most. When my father moved here from Texas I knew it would be me that would find him. Why did it have to be me? I loved that man more than life itself and couldn't bare seeing him suffer the way he did. He was all alone and nobody cared about him. I talked to my father the day before and he wouldn't say goodbye to me. I should of stayed with him so he wasn't alone.

The next morning-- I woke up and started calling him every minute. All I prayed for was to be with him; telling him how much he meant to me... After my husband arrived he told me I couldn't get upset. I had to compose myself in front of the police, and the funeral director. I was not allowed to cry when looking at my frail little deceased father who meant the world to me. I would not let my husband see the body because I wanted some dignity for my father. I don't want to remember him the way I found him.

Knowing that it was going to happen made all the wait so much tougher because I wanted to take care of him and make his life perfect. I didn't want that day to come because it scared me more than any horror movie. I think the gift of perception was carried down from my father and given to me. It is a special gift and I'm going to use it to help myself and others and not be afraid of what anyone thinks anymore.  ~Peace~


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