I am going to start off by saying that I have always known I was different then all of the kids I grew up with. I sense, see, feel and smell what others typically wouldn't on a daily basis. I have visions and see spirits. I always thought that if I told anyone about it, they would lock me up and throw away the key. Until recently. I finally decided after 30 years I would tell the people closest to me. It hasn't been easy but it's something I had to do for myself. Some believe me, some don't. I am going to tell you one of my stories here.
When I was about 15 or 16 and in high school... I remember I was in math class one day and we were kind of at a breaking point in the class and so I turned around and I was talking to a friend of mine. All of a sudden one of the popular kids came bursting into the room with his friend, just to say hi. This kid was the class clown... He was smart, funny and handsome. All of the girls loved him. As we all sat there stunned and amused by his act, I couldn't help but to get this feeling of sadness and tragedy... I felt death around this kid. I remember turning to my friend and softly I told her that he was going to die that weekend. She laughed it off, and all I could manage to say was...i'm serious. I was so upset the rest of the day. I couldn't think or talk about anything else the rest of the day. I just knew he was going to die and there was nothing I could do about it because I knew that it was his time... God had already had plans for him. Even at that age I had a bigger grasp on life than most people twice my age had. I have always known that about myself. I tend to see the whole picture.
Well, saturday morning (a couple of days after I had felt that about that guy) my friend called me and before I could even get out 'hello' she interrupted me with, 'how did you know?', I was confused and I said, 'know what?'...'how did you know he was going to die'?. I then realized who was on the other line. 'I felt it'. I replied. 'I felt sadness, tragedy and death around him'. Then I realized I didn't even know how he died, so I asked her what happened. He apparently was playing chicken with another vehicle and lost control of the car and mashed into a tree going 90 mph, throwing him and his friend out of the vehicle. They both were killed. I felt a deep sadness for his family and friends. I knew that I had to talk to his mom at the funeral. I freaked out because I knew she had to hear what I had to say, but I didn't know how she would respond. I told her that it was his time, God had other plans for him and her. There was nothing she could have done to prevent this horrible tragedy, no matter how many different scenerios she put in her head. She looked at me puzzled at first, then relieved... She gave me a hug and thanked me.
At first I wondered why God was letting this happen to me, I later realized that it was because this women needed to hear what I had told her. I like to think I helped her move on.
Thanks for reading,