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The first time it happened, I was in third grade. I had been
recuperating in the hospital after having my appendix removed. They had me all
drugged up on painkillers, and I was feeling really goofy, so, at the time, I
passed it off as just a weird dream. I thought about the “dream” on and off for
several weeks after that, but eventually it slipped into oblivion and was
forgotten.
The second time it happened was two years later. Our school
class was on an overnight camping trip for fifth graders. We were hiking
in the dark, around midnightno flashlights allowed and no talking.
(Our leaders thought it would give us a better appreciation for nature or
somethingIm not sure.) Anyway, I lost my footing climbing down
a little hill and slipped several feet into a steep ravine. I landed headfirst
against a big rock and was knocked cold for a couple of minutes. My friends
said later that when I finally got up, I babbled and carried on, saying all
kinds of stupid things. I dont remember any of that. The weirdness
happened later, while I was lying in the back of the ambulance. It was like
. . . floating and drifting and moving up and down.
As it turned out, I had fractured my skull right above the left
temple. After a weeklong stay in the hospital, I was sent home. By then,
I was sure that I had suffered permanent brain damage and would be retarded
for the rest of my life. Eventually the headaches went away, and I came to
realize that I was still the same old me. Again, the whole incident passed
from my mind and was forgotten.
The third time it happened, I still didnt recognize the
gift for what it was. I had just started my sophomore year in high school
. . . and I thought for sure I was dead . . . |