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The Value Of Thought Reading & It’s Subsequent Madness
I’ve told three people this story. It’s true. I understand what happens inside of me, but I also understand others won’t. It’s not something I talk about. It isn’t something I can prove. I have no data to support it so I don’t officially acknowledge it, but the fact remains that I have a knack for reading people and undeniable insight into what others are thinking.
It was a Monday morning. I remember because he would die two days later. Something woke up me and I felt as if I needed to get to his room, NOW. I hurried and got dressed, packed my stuff, as I was checking out of the hotel that day, and headed to my dad’s hospital room. As I walked in it happened. Our eyes locked. Though he did not speak I understood immediately that he was terrified and that they had just had some sort of event. I stared intently as to read all I could and felt moved to look toward the bathroom. Something happened there. It’s as if he was telling me this through words, but he had yet to speak. He couldn’t. He was terrified.
I looked at the nurse and asked her what happened in the bathroom. She said how do you know, I said I just know. She said well he went in and suddenly couldn’t breathe. Turned green. He thought he was going to die and is still shaking. He still didn’t speak, but I could hear him. He didn’t need to tell me. His numbers and…
