“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.