by Starr Tillman
After several near death experiences and a sickly childhood I grew up to be an Empath. I read people and can both see and hear spirits. I have been this way my whole life. I am now 50, and can tell you many tales. And yes they are all true.
My first was when I was maybe 3. I was in the hospital in a room with other children who had contracted polio from the vaccine. I was in an iron lung, unable to move. There was a boy in the crib next to me. His name was Bobby and he was so sweet and his mother came to see him several times a day. The nurses said we were to take a nap and I looked over and he was already asleep. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I dreamed we were in a field of flowers and he told me he would be watching over me always. When my mother came I woke up and his crib was gone. I was sad, but I knew he was fine where he was. His mother came over and told my mother that he wanted me to have his toy dog. She cried and walked away. I asked my mom why she was crying because he was fine, he didn't hurt and was able to walk now. I said he had told me he would be watching over me always. Well, I'm now 50 and still he is with me. He has been there when I thought I was crazy, because no one was like me. Imagine, a child of 5 or 6 who said her friend said not to go with her parents because he said there would be a really bad accident. And because I was making such a fuss they were late. It was 20 minute later and he now said it is ok to go. As they put me in the car we hear sirens and the fire department. We heard screaming and crying. After we were all in the car, Dad drives down the only road out of our court. A car stuck a pole and the electrical wires fell on the car and it was burning and the women in the car could not get out and was on fire. I will never forget that smell. Mom said, thank god we were late and looked at me.