Life’s Curveballs

I’ve been intrigued by psychic phenomenon for many years now and have read a few books on the subject.  I’m currently reading the book, The Psychic in You: Understand and Harness Your Natural Psychic Power by Jeffery Wands.  The book has really made me think about things that have happened in my past and I know now that these things were not coincidences.

The first thing that comes to mind is the death of two friends from high school.  I was about 16 or 17 years old at the time and working at a bowling alley as a pin setter and mechanic.   I didn’t know a great deal about the machines, just enough to get them running again.  One night about an hour before the end of my shift, two friends from school stopped at the rear entrance of the bowling alley and started beating on the door.  They knew that I was working for my car was parked near the rear entrance.  Even with all the noise from the machines and pins I was able to hear the pounding and went to the door.

There they both stood laughing and cutting up as they did and ask if I wanted to go out with them after work.  They were just going out cruising around town and they ask if I wanted to join them.  After all, it was the 60s and that’s what teenagers did in the 60s.  To this day I really don’t know why I turned them down but something in the back of my mind told me not to go.  It was really out of the ordinary but I just felt danger.  That night on RT 322 my friends died in a head on collision and it wasn’t even their fault.  Was there someone looking out for me that night?

Another significant incident happened a few years ago when my wife was working at a credit union.  A girl that she worked with asks us to dinner one evening at her home.  My wife called me to ask if it we should attend and I said, “Sure, we can go.”  Her friend lived down in Ramer which is about 30 miles south of Montgomery.

We had a very nice visit with her and her family and a nice dinner too.  They lived in an older home and on the way home my wife and I talked about it and our visit.  However, for some reason I felt just a little uncomfortable in their home and told my wife about it.  I told her that I had concerns about the furnace in the house.  It was kind of strange since I don’t normally think of things like that.  Why would I even think of the furnace as having a problem?  A week later the home burned to the ground and the family just barely made it out of the house alive.  The fire department investigator’s report blamed the furnace for the fire.

There have been many such incidences that I can name, some not so horrific but incidences just the same.  I have since started to heed these warnings and to pay closer attentions to these feeling that I get.  Thus, the reason for purchasing the book mentioned above.

A couple months ago my wife was heading to New Orleans on a mission trip.  It was the second such trip that she was to attend.  About a week before the trip, I had a concern about the van that she was to travel in.  I didn’t say anything because I didn’t feel that anything serious was about to happen, but I did sense something about wheels or a small possibility of a rollover.  But as I said, I didn’t think it would be serious and I didn’t think anyone would be injured.

On the day that I drop off my wife at the church of her trip, I just blurted out for her to ride in the middle of the van and away from the windows.  She looked at me and said WHAT, and then she asks me if I felt something about the trip and got on to me about not saying something sooner.  I told her that I didn’t think it would be serious and I didn’t want her not to go.

My wife sent me a text from her phone shortly after leaving and told me that she was riding with someone in a car instead of the van.  The guy she was riding with had to return early from the trip so he needed to drive his own vehicle.  I was relieved but I did have some concern for the people in the van but as I said I didn’t think it would be serious.

Later that evening my wife called me after they stopped at a restaurant and told me that they were just about an hour from New Orleans and that everything was fine with the van.  I was relieved but the trip wasn’t over yet.  She told me that one of her friends riding in the van questioned her as to why she decided to ride in the car instead, and she told the friend that I felt something was going to happen with the van.  My responds was, “That’s great, now she probably thinks I’m nuts.”  Twenty minutes later my wife sent a text from her phone again.  A tire on the van had blown while on the Interstate and there was nothing left of the tire.  Everyone was ok but they were a little shaken by the experience.  As soon as my wife’s friend saw her she asked my wife, “How does your husband feel about the trip home!”

Are there no coincidences as Jeffery Wands says in his book?  I for one am going to pay closer attention from this point on.

Larry