by Joan B
(Dartmouth, NS, Canada)
I always felt "different". As a child I "knew things", felt things. I Knew when people were hurting, knew when they were about to die. I saw it in their faces.
My first experience was when I was 7 or 8 years old. I was sent to the local store to run an errand. It was snowing and I met up with my Uncle who was shoveling snow... I stopped dead in my tracks terrified with the appearance of my uncle. He died that night.
This has been repeated over & over with the person passing within a week.
When my cousin died tragically in a car accident I woke suddenly in the middle of the night and my bed felt like it was shaking. He died that night in another province after being crushed between two cars.
I once read the cards for 17 people all on the same night... 16 of the 17 people had a reading indicating that they knew a person who would die within 6 months except for one girl. There was no indication at all... On the eve of April Fools day I dreamt of that girl...
It was raining I was in my car at a stoplight and she was tapping on the window and beckoning for me to come with her. The next morning I found out she had hung herself.
I never quite fit in with other children I would often "predict" things and couldn't tolerate cruelty (actually still can't). I thought that I had a purpose a reason for being that someday would become clear.
I was happier in the company of animals. The older I get the more reclusive I become. Today's world is so painful and I keep asking…. What is my purpose?