When Things Don’t Work Out

When I tell of the incidents where I use my unusual abilities, it may come across as interesting adventures that end with happy endings.  I would be ecstatic if that were true, but in many cases, it’s not.

An incident happened in New York City, when a woman called me to her office and asked me if I could find a necklace her daughter lost.  She described a religious cross on a thin gold chain. I said, are you sure the cross isn’t a Greek Orthodox cross with the extra bar at the top?

The woman couldn’t remember if it was.  I said look for it on a sink in a brown paper bag.  My guess, it was a kitchen sink.  The woman called her daughter who was home at the time and asked her to check the top of the kitchen sink to see if a paper bag was there and if it was, to check inside for the necklace. The girl placed the phone down and went into the kitchen.  The girl returned to the phone, and said the bag was there with the necklace inside.

The mother asked if she could bring the necklace to her, the girl being only a few minutes away from the office, soon walked into the room.  She handed the jewelry to the mother, and in her hand was the Greek Orthodox necklace I described.

She didn’t thank me for finding it.  When I left, she gave orders to the staff, to never let me step into her office again.  She later confided with a coworker saying, “If he could find a necklace, he could read minds.” 

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MTV had a programing idea to have a Psychic Show.  They wanted to find a psychic who would lead their viewers into the world of the paranormal.

I got an email followed by a call to interview for the show. In hindsight I never asked how they got my name, but I was up for the opportunity. 

The audition was arranged after hours at their office off Times Square. When I arrived, I found the studio was massive. The place was empty except for the man who let me in. Soon another young man arrived, my guess he was an intern.

 He was taking me to an office he claimed was the Vice President’s.

As we were walking down the hall, I mentally was hearing very strange music.  I asked the intern, “Does this person listen to odd, strange music?”  The intern broke out in a laugh so loud I thought he’d fall on the floor.

“She has a musician friend who records his original weird music we all can’t stand, and she plays it the entire time she’s in the office.”  When I walked into her office, she turned it off. After our initial greeting, I looked at this woman and felt she was in emotional pain.  I felt the interview was going nowhere because of this. 

I finally said to her, tell me what’s wrong.  She told me that her nephew was shot dead on the street a few blocks from her apartment.  The police were investigating it, but so far, they didn’t know why he was singled out.

Then I blurted out, “It was a random act of violence, and he was shot as some kind of test.” She looked at me with a strange look, but then, in a few minutes, she seemed relaxed. We spoke for about an hour. She seemed pleased with me, and the meeting ended with the exchange of phone numbers. Not MTV’s phone number, but her personal number.

I heard nothing for weeks, then on a Thursday afternoon she called.  She said the police have the teen that shot her nephew, and he told them he had to shoot and kill someone to join the gang.  It was exactly as I said.

She told me, this killing had affected her so much that she quit her job, and that MTV will not pursue the psychic show she wanted.

I’m pleased that what I saw was accurate, however, it all ended in a lost opportunity. Maybe it was never meant to be.