This happen in the late 1970's. In Michigan. The small trailer that sat at the corner of two main streets held the bank of that branch. The bank was in the process of getting a brick building done for their banking needs.
I got off work, from working at the local hospital in that area and went to cash my check. There were four people in front of me when I got to the bank, and with it being in a small trailer was only one bank teller. So I knew the line would probably take awhile to get moving down to me, to be my turn to cash my check from work.
A man came in after me to stand behind me. I felt in danger from the moment he got behind me. I wanted to look to see what he looked like real close in my mind, so in case I needed to know when he robbed the bank. As that was the feeling I got soon as I seen him enter the bank.
Not that he made himself look out of the ordinary. He had on a black leather coat, jeans, hair slicked back which was dark in color. He wore boots and no hat. He looked like many that came into this bank. Yes I knew he was danger from the time I set eyes on him coming into the bank.
Finally it was my turn at the bank tellers window. I wanted to let her know that he was going to rob this bank sooner or later. But how do I do that with him standing behind me. I tried to kind of look at her and then make my eyes look like they are looking behind me to get her attention. So she says to me "is there something wrong with your eyes?". Stupid lady I wanted to shout, now your going to get us all killed here. I had to say something he was behind me.
I said to her "I got something in my eye, it's scratching it making it hurt". That was a lie. I was so frighten that when she started to count my money into my hand that it just fell through my fingers and hit the floor. Now that's stupid I thought he is behind me with a gun, I know he has a gun and what am I going to do now.
Well that guy behind me says to me "Let me help you pick up your money" as I turned around and watched him pick my money up I notice the gun, in his waist of his pants behind the coat he had on. My heart started to race but I tried to remain calm. He handed me the money which I told him thank you for his kindness. He walked me to the door, I can remember hearing him lock the door behind me. I don't remember going down the few steps. I got to the car told my husband to get the hell out of there fast. Why he said? I said "there is a man robbing the place I don't want to be witness to this". He said "you're kidding". I got out of the dam car and ran down the street to get away and later my husband came and got me. Told me I must be telling the truth. I told him if he wanted to be killed fine but I was not.
In the paper the next day sure enough told about the bank robbery. And how much the man got. I was glad it didn't ask for anyone to identify this man as I can tell you I would not have, he knew what I looked like quite well.
I have this gift where I can look at people, read their minds to what they are going to do. So far I have not been wrong in what I can feel about them.
I can still do that to my son Jess, he hates that, as he tells me "Mom I like at least once to be able to tell you what I am thinking" I just laugh as he knows, I know what he is thinking and about to say.
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