I have have lots of premenitions...most don't come true but many have and I am just starting to realize the startling number of times they have proved true. Thinking back I can remember a few. The most amazing I will write about first and a few more are under it... *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* My whole life as long as I can remember the concept of breaking a bone has mystified me. I'm not around people with injuries often but it always makes me uncomfortable. When I was little I used to wish that I would break a bone because it just seemed so amazing. I never did and eventually grew out of that phase. The concept still scares me. Around 6 months ago my dad fell off of his bike and broke his collarbone. I couldn't believe it, since he had never broken a bone before, just like the rest of my immediate family. He was in the hospital for a week because he also severely pulled a groin muscle. My mom went to see him every day. I went twice. Whenever I went it would scare me and I would just kind of stand there and glare until he sent me out of the room. When he came home I did my best to avoid him. 2 months ago he fell and broke his foot. I tried my best to avoid him then too. I think it was at this point that it occured to me that if any one of my really close friends were ever to get hurt I would have a huge problem coping with it. I wouldn't be able to just avoid them like I did with my dad. I felt maybe I needed something like that to happen to help me get over my uneasiness over the whole thing and I had a really convincing feeling that something would happen to someone I was close to in the next year. I tried to put the thought out of my head because I didn't want to face something like that. Periodically I have had thoughts in my head like 'What if Sandy breaks her leg?' and I start imagining what it would be like and such. Usually I stop myself and don't have a problem keeping the thought out of my head because it is unrealistic and nothing I ever thought of like that ever happened. The idea would never come back into my head and I would forget about it. The other day I was talking to my friend Steve and he mentioned how he would like me to come see him wrestle that night. It was their last home meet. I told him I'd try. Never before had I been to a wrestling competition. Steve was always talking about them and explaining how people got hurt and such and things that happened to him but noone ever got hurt badly. The only other things I have heard of high school wrestling are from one of my good IRC friends who is in his second season of wrestling. He made it sound a little scary but he had never gotten hurt badly and I don't think he told me about anyone that was. Since so many people around me are always talking about wrestling I figured it would be a good thing for me to go and see what it was like. Two of my friends were also going so I figured I would go and sit with them. As the afternoon passed the thought slipped into my head....'What if Steve gets hurt?' I started visualizing things, moreso than the usual. I had it stuck in my head that something would happen to one of his feet. Then I started thinking...'What if it's an arm?' and I tried to picture one of his arms in a sling which I could do but...it just didn't work for me. I went back to the foot and then had the thought 'Why am I thinking this? I am just making myself paranoid. I should just go and have a good time because nothing bad will happen... nothing bad ever happens when I have thoughts like these...I should stop making myself so paranoid!' The meet started at 6. My mom wasn't home yet and her office stopped picking up the phone at 5. At 6 I was talking to my friend Brittany hoping that my mom would pull into the driveway in time for me to ask her and get to go. I kept thinking though that maybe I didn't want to go. I couldn't decide even though it was time for it to start. Brittany was going to give me a ride if I could go and was just about to hang up and go without me when my mom called on our other line. She said it was fine so Brittany came by our house and we drove over there getting there half an hour or so late. Strangely they hadn't even started yet and we got to see everything. Our other friend Mariah was there already sitting down so we went to sit by her. She was sitting in the second or third row and it made me really uncomfortable to be that close. I asked if they minded moving but they refused. They wanted to be close. When the wrestling started everyone got into it. People were yelling and screaming. I was just sitting there, watching. I had a really uneasy feeling. Mariah commented that I was being so quiet but I just said 'I just feel like watching...' When it was time for Steve to wrestle I tried not to worry too much but the feeling was there. I took a deep breath and watched intently. I can't really remember what it looked like but basically, 12 seconds into it, Steve hit the ground and stayed there, letting the other guy pin him. Brittany and Mariah and I were all just sitting there watching, staring, contemplating...Steve stood up and held his shoulder and walked around to talk to his coach and his parents. My mind was really blank..just watching..after a minute or so he walked over to us on his way out the door and just said, 'I broke my collarbone, they're taking me to the emergency room...' and walked out the door. My premenition came true. I was in shock. *~*~**~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Other Premenitions I Have Had*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* I chat online using IRC all the time. I have made a few friends of two years or so that I met as soon as I started chatting. Many of them only come chat once every few months or so. A friend of mine from there, a female 20 year old, is off at college at KSU. I barely ever talk to her. Last December we went to San Antonio for the holidays. We got into town right around 7:30 pm on the night of the Alamo Bowl. The next morning there were KSU fans all over our hotel. At that point it occured to me that my friend from IRC went to KSU and I started wondering if she was in town. Of course, the odds of that were very small and if she were there would be no way for me to find her so why should I worry? Even so, I couldn't help just looking at people and wondering if they were her. The same day we went down to the Riverwalk. To get down to the river we cut through a hotel. Then we wandered around and ended up at the Hard Rock Cafe--my choice. We ate outside on their small patio where a few other people were eating. It was around 12:30. It took them forever to bring us our food and we were there for at least an hour. Maybe 10 or 20 minutes before we left some new people sat down on the patio. There wasn't much turnover out there since there were few tables and the food took so long to cook and then eat. As the new people sat down I started wondering if my IRC friend was there. I looked at one of the people starting to sit down, stared, and had the exact thought 'What if that is _____ _____ ____?' I knew her full name because she used to have it in her info. I had this urge to just SCREAM her name but of course witheld. That couldn't have been her, right? A few days after we got back home I went online and chatted with her for the first time in months. We were talking about our vacations and eventually reached the following conclusion: We were both in San Antonio at the same time. In going down to the river, we cut through HER hotel. She ate at the Hard Rock Cafe on the same patio around 1:15 PM on the same day we did. We were both there. I think it was her. We were both in shock. A friend of mine from out of town was going to be in town but I wasn't going to see her. I got all worked up about not getting to see her and started wondering if I would run into her at the drug store near where I knew she was staying. I almost convinced myself that I would. When we went there I didn't see her and was disappointed. We went to the mall later and who did I run into? My friend on her way out of town. I was shocked. We went down to Melbourne, FL last summer on vacation. While we were there Kennedy Space Center had scheduled to launch something. My dad was excited about it and wanted to go. I didn't really like the idea. One night I started thinking about it...it would be in a few days...would I go with him? Suddenly the thought came into my head that if I went whatever they were launching would blow up. Things like this always frighten me and I had such a strong sense that it would happen. I decided not to go. I woke up around 8 the morning they were scheduled to launch. It should have happened about 4 hours before. We turned on the news and what story were they announcing? Whatever it was they were launching had blown up and they lost millions of dollars. How it changed my life:Has this changed my life? Right now I am still trying to piece together the events of the past week....I cannot see them clearly enough to state exactly how this made a difference but I am certain that it has somehow.
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