“When I asked when, he said the night before – the same time I was having dinner with Debbie.”

About two years ago, Debbie, a new teller came on the job at my local bank.  I would see her often because she was always at the business window, and I would hand over the day’s deposits.

After a while we became friendly and I asked her out.  It was something I rarely did, ask someone for a date that, if it didn’t work out, I’d still be seeing due to business.  But she was so cute, I couldn’t resist.

At first the evening went well, but then her mood began to change, not in a bad way, but I could tell something was on her mind.

She began asking probing questions about my family, and I was starting to feel a little uneasy because she was getting a bit too personal.  When she realized I was starting to hold back, she told me she sensed something was amiss and she was trying to get to the bottom of it.

She started honing in on my sister, who at that time had just moved to Florida to live with her fiancé.  Debbie said she couldn’t put her finger on it, but she felt my sister’s presence.  I asked what that meant and she explained that sometimes she picks up on someone who could be far away, and in this case it was a person whom she had never met.

I didn’t think much of it that night, but the next day I received a call from my father explaining that my sister had been rushed to the hospital for an emergency appendectomy.  When I asked when, he said the night before – the same time I was having dinner with Debbie.

J. Malone
New Orleans, LA

“She had one heck of a gift”

This is an old story, something that happened to me way back in college.  At the time I thought it was extremely strange, and now that I think back on it, it’s so unbelievable, it’s almost as if hadn’t ever occurred.

I was living in the dorm at the time and my roommate, Ken, was always on the phone with his girlfriend, Cara.  Needless to say, it was extremely annoying as he was always chatting away as I was studying.  It was a small room, and he would just shrug when I’d motion for him to keep it down.

His girlfriend was nice but a bit flaky.  She and I kind of got along, but it wasn’t the warmest of friendships.  However, she had the most amazing psychic abilities of anyone I’ve ever come across, before or since.

When I would ask Ken to keep it down, sometimes he’d hand me the phone and say Cara wants to talk to you.  As soon as I’d get on, she’d say something outrageous like I know what you’re thinking, or I know what happened to you today.

And more often than not, she’d hit it right on the nose.  Things that had happened to me that I hadn’t told Ken about.  It was weird, but she did it to me so many times that I started to take it for granted.

For example, one day she told me that I was about to get a call from home about my brother or sister, something about good news happening to one of them.  About an hour later, mom called to tell me that my brother Jeff had been accepted to Princeton.

Another time, Cara told me the next day would be a really bad day.  Sure enough, someone hit my car while it was parked by the student lounge.  Another time she asked me about my stomach.  Now there was no way Ken could know because it had just started bothering me, but she picked up on it.

I lost touch with Ken after college and never did find out if he and Cara stayed together.  But she had one heck of a gift.

J. Karros
Skokie, IL

“I saw him on the Parkway and I knew I wanted to meet him.  But how?”

This is a true story about how I met the man of my dreams.

I’m a runner.  I jog almost every morning, and one of the things that eases the boredom is I’m a people watcher.  And for the past few years I’ve seen this nice looking man walking on the Parkway as I pass by.

I’ve tried to catch his eye several times but he always seems to be preoccupied either in deep thought or with the beautiful surroundings.

Then one afternoon while I was sitting on my folding chair reading a book, I noticed he was doing the same, not more than twenty yards away.  I was so tempted to walk over and start a conversation but didn’t have the nerve.

I went home and I was so disappointed.

Then an idea struck me.  I was pretty sure he was single.  I had never noticed a ring, and I never saw him with a woman.  So, I had an inspiration.  I would go online and do a search on a few of the dating services.  I figured he lived in the same zip code I did.  And I ran a search in the age range I estimated for him.

Presto, there he was.  So, now what to do?

Well, I took a deep breath and sent him an email asking him if he was, indeed, “that man” on the Parkway.  Then I awaited his reply, and I must admit I was very, very anxious.

His response was gracious and he said he was that man and asked if I’d like to meet on the Parkway and chat.  We did and we clicked.  And, yes, we are getting married next summer.

Honest!

T.  Eschure
Los Angeles, CA

“Her predictions were right on the nose.”

Margaret Mitchell (1900-1949) was born in Atlanta, Georgia which is the setting for her bestseller Gone With the Wind, a story of the Civil War.  The film starred Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh in 1939.

When Mitchell was writing the saga, she said the story was revealed to her in bits and pieces, often as if it were an out-of-body experience.  “Things would pop into mind that I had never considered, and it was as if I had a professional writer at my beck and call inside my head.”

Mitchell also recalled an incident in which an acquaintance who was known for her insight and intuition had foretold of the book’s success years before it was written.  According to Mitchell, this woman could pick your brain and tell you things you didn’t want to know about yourself.”

Mitchell described the woman as extremely bright and someone who could talk to the spirits.  “She told me things about myself I had told no one.  And I had never met anyone like her before or since.”

When the book became an instant success, Mitchell recounted that by this time her friend has passed away.  “But I’ll never forget her words of encouragement during the long, long months it took me to write it.  She would tell me things that would transpire once I achieved fame and glory, and her predictions were inevitably right on the nose.

“He would wink and say what psychic?”

Rocky Marciano (1923-1969) was the world heavyweight champion, and the only heavyweight champion to retire undefeated.

Although he participated in a brutal sport, Marciano was known for his quiet demeanor and unassuming manner.

What wasn’t publicized was his belief in the supernatural.  Champ, as his friends would call him, would occasionally consult a psychic; he would do so in private for fear it would be a sign of weakness.

Few, if any, of his close associates knew of Marciano’s visits, but one confidant told this story:

“The Champ visited this old woman in her tiny shop in a rundown part of town.  When he walked in you could see that she recognized him, and I assumed he had been there before.  But Marciano told me afterwards, he had never been there previously.

“The old lady had him sit right beside her, and she held his hand.  Then she told him how much longer he would dominate the other boxers and how important it was for him to call it quits after four more fights.

“At the time I thought she was nuts because Rocky was still in great shape and I didn’t see anyone dethroning him in the near future, but I’ll be damned if he didn’t walk away from the ring after that fourth fight.

“The Champ never confided to me that he did it because of what she had forecast, and whenever I asked him about it, he would wink and say what psychic?”

“I know this much.  He had picked my thoughts out of my head.”

The famous writer Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) was born in India, and in addition to writing poetry and books, he was also a journalist.

He once wrote about an unusual experience while covering a story in the land in which he was born, India.

“I was going about my normal routine of the day when I came across an elderly man who approached me and said he could help me.  Not knowing the man, and noticing that his attire was somewhat ragged, I kept walking with the hope he would take a different route.

“But I was under the wrong assumption, and the man stuck to me like glue.  The faster I walked, the faster he walked.  “And even when I politely asked him not to follow me, he merely smiled and nodded and kept up with me, foot by foot.

“Finally, I stopped and asked him what it was he wanted.  He said I should not procrastinate and finish my book. I asked him what on earth he was talking about and he said, come on, you know.

“Then he astounded me by giving me the title.  It was the exact title of a story I had been working on for some time but had put aside because I couldn’t figure out an ending that would be reasonable and interesting.

“And, what’s more, I had told no one, absolutely no one, what the title was.   So here I was with this strange little man whom I had never met hounding me for no apparent reason, then stunning me by telling me the name of my book.

“I was astounded.   When I asked him how he could possibly have known what I was writing, he pointed to his brain and said, I know it, I just know it.  He was giggling and spitting a bit, and I’m not sure his mind was intact.

“But I know this much.  He had picked my thoughts out of my head.  Here was a mind reader of the first order.  I gave him some money and thanked him for his encouragement.

“That evening, at home and after dinner, I opened the unfinished manuscript and to my amazement, the rest of the story seemed to pop into mind.”

“It was a most unusual day and I shall never forget it.”