“It was the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
A little over a month ago, I was walking down the street here in Toronto and heard a loud crash.
Right in front of my eyes, a SUV had suddenly cut over two lanes and crashed into the rear end of a smaller car. To my amazement, the driver of the SUV backed up, pulled around the damaged car and sped off.
I wasn’t close enough to catch the number of the license plate and felt helpless that the driver was getting away. After checking to see if the driver of the other car was OK, I told him that I could still see the moment of impact very clearly in my mind.
Then I realized it was as if it were a still photograph. And what’s more, it was so clear that “now” I could make out the license plate number. The amazing thing is when the SUV drove off I couldn’t see the number, but now I could actually see it in my mind.
I wrote down the number and gave it to him. He called me a few days later and said that the police found the driver and verified from the dents in his vehicle that it was the person who ran into him.
It was the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me.
When I was in school, I used to envy those rare people who had a photographic memory, but unfortunately I wasn’t one of them. Now I can understand what an amazing gift it can be. What I don’t understand is why it happened to me that one time.
I only know I’m thankful it did happen.