“It happened suddenly, and I wasn’t sure I was going to get out alive.”

I am one lucky woman.

I was driving along the freeway on the outskirts of Los Angeles when my tire blew out.  In my panic to get across the lanes to safety, I lost control of my SUV and found myself rolling over and over down a steep hill into a ditch.

I think I lost consciousness and I’m not sure for how long, but when I awoke I realized my SUV was hidden from view, and I didn’t see anyone rushing down to help me.  It was surreal. My head hurt quite a bit, and I was trapped inside the car.

What had happened, I surmised, was that because it was late at night and not too many other cars were on the road, no one saw what had happened.  And here I was trapped in my car about forty feet below the level of the other cars speeding by at sixty-five miles an hour.

And no one knew I was there.

Worse yet, when I managed to pull my cell phone out of my purse, I realized it was a dead area.  I couldn’t dial a number.  Then panic set in.  I thought I might lie here for days and starve to death or die of thirst, and nobody was going to come save me.

I thought about my husband and my kids, and I started to cry.  It was a terrible moment, and I felt my situation was hopeless.

I tried kicking the door but it wouldn’t budge.  And even if it had opened, I was helplessly stuck inside.  My right foot was stuck between an unmovable seat and the crushed dashboard.  I was bleeding a bit, very tired and very weak.

I must have fallen asleep because when I awoke, I was surrounded by firemen, all in uniform, and they were prying my door open with a huge metal bar.  I gasped when I realized I was going to be saved and would see my family again.

When I asked how they found me, one of the men said that I owed my life to their mascot Dalmatian, Hattie, who started barking madly as they drove by on the freeway.  He kept barking and kept looking back; so on a hunch they pulled off the freeway, hiked back to the spot where Hattie led them.

They said they still couldn’t see anything from the Freeway but Hattie raced down the hill and then one of the men caught a glimpse of my overturned SUV.

There’s no way the dog could have seen me as the fire truck raced by, but somehow he sensed I was there and that I was in trouble.

It is said that animals have psychic powers far beyond what us humans have, and I believe it.

P. Strausser
Reseda, CA

She replied,  “I don’t know how I know, but I know.”

I don’t know if any of you out there believe in ESP, but I do.

Let me relay something that happened to me a few weeks ago, and see if you are a believer as well.

I was strolling through the mall with my twelve-year-old niece who I had promised to take shopping that day.  Her birthday was approaching and she was very excited because she knew she could pick out her present.

We went into a few stores and I was starting to grow impatient because she didn’t like anything.  She can be a little picky and I didn’t want to spend hours searching for a gift.  So, I gently urged her to make a selection, but being a bit stubborn she wasn’t inclined to “just buy anything.”

Then it happened!

A man ran out of one of the stores and down the escalator just as we were going up.  He seemed panicked and then we saw why.  He was being pursued by two men from the store who were hollering that the man was a thief.

Once the man got to the bottom of the escalator he quickly ran into the garage.  It’s a huge indoor garage with many levels.  And the two men followed him in there.

After a moment, we decided to continue shopping, and we were hoping no one would get hurt.  About half an hour later, we happened to pass the two men who were coming out of the garage and it was evident they hadn’t captured the man.

As they walked by, my niece said she knew where the man was hiding.  One of the men heard her and said, what?  She said did you look on the roof?  When they pointed out that the man had run downstairs after they saw him in the garage, my niece said, “I’m sorry, but he’s up there.”

When they inquired how she knew, she replied,  “I don’t know how I know but I know.”  The two men looked at one another, said what the heck, and went back in the garage.  This time with a couple security guards.

Within ten minutes I felt a tap on my shoulder.  It was one of the men and he told us they captured the guy, and he was, indeed, up on the roof.

Well, my niece got a one hundred dollar gift certificate to use in any store of her choosing.  When I asked her how she knew, she said sometimes she gets a vision in her head; and this time she saw that man hiding behind one of the parked cars, and she could see the roof line behind him.

M. Synkowski
Toronto, Canada

“When she opened the door, I instinctively knew why my intuition had led me there.”

It was a Sunday and I was all alone.  I had broken up with my boyfriend who had finally admitted he wasn’t interested in marriage – at least not to me.

It would be an understatement to say my heart was broken.  The same thing had happened to a few of my friends over the years, but I thought my relationship was solid.  Boy, was I mistaken.

So here I was, lonely as could be with nothing to do on my day off.  I had worked hard that week, including Saturday, and how I yearned to spend it with that special person.  I must admit, I cried a bit.

But then I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself, and I started making some calls.

The first few people I called were busy, and unfortunately, they were the only single friends I had.  But then I had what you might call an inspiration.  Someone came to mind that I hadn’t thought of for years.  She was an old high school acquaintance, and somehow her image popped into my mind.

And I felt an urgency to call her.

Sure enough, when I heard her voice on the other end of the line, I knew something good was going to happen.  I don’t know why I felt that way, but I did.

Within an hour, I found myself driving over to her apartment on the other side of town, and when she opened the door, I instinctively knew why my intuition had led me there.

Looking over her shoulder, I saw a smiling man, and I immediately fell for him – before I was even introduced.

Well, he happened to be in town on business, and I was relieved to learn that he and my friend were merely platonic.  I would have been so disappointed if I didn’t have a shot at him.

To make a long story short, we have been seeing each other on and off for almost a year now, and he just asked me if I’d consider moving to his town.  And none of this would have happened had I not had that psychic inclination to call my old friend that day.

I. La Roche
St. Paul, MN

“Myra said his psychic predictions are rarely wrong, and she trusted his unique talents.”

Myra is a good friend of mine.  We have known each other since we met when our kids were in the same scout troop.

Myra would tell me about her son’s unusual gifts, and we both thought it was pretty funny because Jeremy was a little rascal, and he loved to play tricks on people.

In particular, he used to play tricks on his teachers.  As early as second grade, he would raise his hand and say something like, Mrs. Cranston, did you get your washer fixed?  Sure enough, her washer had broken down the day before.

By the time Jeremy was off to college, his psychic talents were quite evolved.  Myra would tell me how Jeremy would call her from school because he sensed she wasn’t feeling well or when the dog had temporarily run away.

In fact, he advised her where to look because he had a vision of their puppy hiding in a nearby yard.  And sure enough, there he was.  Myra said his psychic predictions are rarely wrong, and she trusted his unique talents.

He hadn’t seen my son, Jeff, in quite a while and one day Jeremy called out of the blue and advised Jeff to check on his bank account.  Well, you guessed it; someone had stolen Jeff’s identity and was starting to run up huge bills.  Jeremy’s call had come in the knick of time.

And one last item:  Jeremy is currently working in hedge funds where instinct and intuition play a huge role.  Myra tells me he is making a fortune.  I’m not the least bit surprised, and I’m so happy for him.

E. Bell
Rolla, MO

“I’ve learned that Samuel applied his psychic talents to make his fortune.”

I met Samuel in college.  He was handsome and dashing, with a wicked sense of humor.

He and I dated for most of our sophomore year, but he dropped out after that semester and I never saw him again.

I would hear rumors that he was betting heavily on the commodities market in Chicago, and making a bundle, but beyond that I knew very little about his whereabouts or his personal life.

Then, about a year and a half ago, a good friend of mine told me he had sat next to Samuel on a flight to Seattle where Samuel had a home.  Turned out Samuel had several homes according to my friend, but what interested me most was the story how Samuel made his fortune.

When Samuel and I knew each other, he had always impressed me with his ability to “look around the corner.”  He could literally “see” what was going to happen in the future.  Not everything, of course, but a lot.

For instance, he would tell me where the stock market was going, whether up or down; and he was rarely wrong.  Now some people just have a good sense of economics, but with Samuel, it was a lot more than that.  He had intuition and foresight that I had never seen before or since.

Samuel could also delve inside my head, telling me things I had never revealed to anyone.  And that, I felt, was an extraordinary gift.  He would laugh and tease me, and sometimes I was amused.  Sometimes, however, I felt embarrassed.

So, after all these years, I’ve learned that Samuel applied his psychic talents to make his fortune.  And I’m happy for him.  And, no, I haven’t tried to get in touch with him again.  I hear he’s happily married and drives his wife crazy by reading her mind.

S. Golden
Arlington Heights, IL

“He used his psychic ability in ways most people couldn’t or wouldn’t.”

Michael was a childhood friend.  We used to hang out together, and we remained the best of friends since the second grade.

As the years went by, my parents couldn’t understand why I insisted we were platonic since I refused to date anyone else.  But there was a reason.  Actually, there were several reasons.

Michael knew me.  I mean he really knew me.  I’m not going to reveal whether or not we had sex together, but he could read me better than anyone else on earth.  I admired his intellect, his humor, and perhaps most of all, his incredible perception.

Michael has this amazing ability to not only read my mind but others as well.  And he used his psychic ability in ways most people couldn’t or wouldn’t.

Let me give an example:  When we were in high school, he would give me clues what events were about to occur.  Not the mundane stuff, but important events in the news.  He would do this time after time.  And it was seemingly impossible for anyone to do so.  But not impossible for my good friend.

He once predicted a serious downturn in the stock market, and called it right on the exact day.  He predicted the death of several famous people.  He predicted worldwide catastrophes such as plane crashes, tornados in specific places, etc.

He also told me my aunt who was fifty-one and who had never married had finally found a good man and would soon marry him.  Michael had met her the year before and I could see they had an immediate connection; they were on the same wavelength.  Naturally, when I called her, she was shocked because she had told no one.  But when I explained Michael had clued me in, we both laughed because she and I knew what remarkable powers he had.

Well, Michael’s parents divorced the beginning of our senior year.  His mother took him out to California and although we stayed in touch by letter for a year or so, we kind of drifted apart.

The reason I’m writing this is that a few weeks ago, I heard through a mutual friend that Michael had died in an automobile accident while on vacation in Europe.  He was forty-three, single, had never married.  When I first met my husband and told him about Michael, he was a bit jealous so we never spoke much about him.  I suppose he knew I loved Michael – perhaps a bit more than just in a platonic way.  And I’ll miss him terribly.

Jan Sheridan
Boston, MA