Five Generations Of Visions

I was raised in a gifted family. My Great Grandma, Grandma Mom, Aunt and I have all had visions of something happening before they do. When I was 5 we were driving on a curvy road and I told my step father that there was a semi truck on our side of the road and that he needed to pull over. Sure enough he pulled over and as he did a semi came around the curve on the wrong side of the road because his brakes had failed. If I hadn't have been so convincing I wouldn't be here today to tell this story. My son who was 6 at the time of the terrorist attacks on the Twin Towers came running into my bedroom crying at 5 am on September 11,2001. "Mommy, Mommy" he said a plane has hit a building and another one has crashed into the ground. Four hours later The first plane hit, then the second and then the Pennsylvania field. A few years ago he had another vision, He was Nine at the time. He came to me when a little girl was missing and said, She's Buried in the ground mommy. A couple of days later the police found Jessica Lunsford's body buried in the ground in her neighbors yard. Back when I was young my grandma would tell me stories of things she used to see before they happened. She saw a couple of plane crashes before they happened and even a murder before it happened. She was too afraid to tell anyone about them at the time because people shunned you for being different. When I was 16 and lost my virginity, she knew it was happening 1000 miles away and called my mom, before I had even gotten home from my date and asked why I was bleeding.

I for one never doubt a vision. And if it nags at me too much I call my mom or my grandma for their advice.