“If I hadn’t seen it I wouldn’t have believed it.”
I am fifteen and a friend of mine said you publish true psychic stories if they meet two criteria: they’re true and they’re interesting.
Here’s my story. It’s true. You can be the judge if it’s interesting or not.
My first and last boyfriend, Jeremy (not his real name as to not embarrass him), and I used to go down to the lake and hang out. He is very shy and it took quite a while for him to even put his arm around my shoulders.
But one afternoon, I kind of kept leaning against him and he really didn’t have a choice but to hold me. I could tell he was a bit nervous about it and sensed that maybe he had never done that before, but I could also tell he liked it and was very excited.
Anyway, just as I thought things would start to get interesting, we noticed a duck that was hobbling along, trying to fly but not being able to get off the ground. Then we realized it had a broken wing, and we knew it was a matter of time before some animal killed it.
At first we tried to approach it, but it kept running away from us, stumbling and hurting itself more. The more we tried, the more afraid it got.
Then Jeremy said, let me try something. He asked me to move further away from the bird, which I did. Then he sat down and closed his eyes. Well, the darndest thing happened. That duck at first kept walking away and by now it was thirty or forty yards away. But then it stopped, slowly turned and looked at Jeremy.
Then, and I still find it hard to believe, it walked back, all the way up to Jeremy and just about sat in his lap.
We were able to bring it to the local vet who was nice enough to treat the duck for free and not charge us anything. And Jeremy explained that when he sat down he silently communicated with the duck and told it he meant no harm.
If I hadn’t seen it I wouldn’t have believed it.