“She had never seen him like this and didn’t think he was coming back.”
I don’t know if I’m psychic or not, but I’ll tell you something that happened to me a month ago that could not possibly be attributed to coincidence.
I was in my car driving to work when I suddenly had the urge to call a friend of mine, Cal, whom I hadn’t spoken to for awhile. Cal and I had been pretty close to one another for at least twelve years, but since he remarried it seems he’s been preoccupied with his new bride. And I don’t blame him, Nina’s a beauty inside and out.
But this day, I simply felt the need to hear his voice. I didn’t know why, but the urge to call him was irresistible. I punched in his number on my cell phone, switched it to “speakerphone,” and waited for him to answer.
The response wasn’t at all what I had imagined.
Nina answered and I could tell from her voice she was badly shaken. I asked what was wrong, and she said Cal and her just had a knockdown, drag-out fight after which he stormed out of the house.
I assured her that all couples get into it once in awhile, but she said she had never seen him like this and didn’t think he was coming back. I told her I would see what I could do. But when I hung up I realized I didn’t have a clue as to where or how to get in touch with him.
You see, Cal is one of a vanishing breed that refuses to carry a cell phone. He is a very fortunate guy who made his fortune early on, and he spends most of his days reading, exercising or taking in a movie. Unless he is home, getting in touch with Cal is virtually impossible.
But as I continued driving to work, I kept having this vision of Cal sitting on a bench on a parkway overlooking the ocean. I knew that parkway, and had a hunch he was there. I made a U-turn to see if my vision was correct.
Five minutes later, I was parking my car when I saw the bench that was in my vision. But no Cal. I was surprised that I didn’t see him, and started to drive away. But something told me to get out of the car, which I did, and I went over to the bench and sat down.
I stared at the ocean for a bit, then I felt a hand on my shoulder. Without looking up, I said, “Cal, what the heck do you think you’re doing? Nina is the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”
That’s how positive I was that my vision had been true. And it was. Cal sat down next to me, confessed he had been drinking and had blown a simple disagreement way out of proportion.
I immediately dialed his number and when Nina answered I handed the phone to Cal. Well, the poor guy apologized for the next ten minutes. I had to get back to work, so I urged him to go home and make up in person.
That’s my one-in-a-million psychic story.
Santa Monica, CA