After he had sent my Muslim friend to the light (see The Muslim Behind My Pain), Lorenzo asked me if I was experiencing any other pain. I told him about my Near Heart Attack Experience (if you haven’t read about it, you’ll want to click on the link and at least skim it, or none of this will make any sense to you).
Lorenzo listened carefully to my story and asked me if I sometimes knew things before they happened. I thought about that, and I told him that there were no great premonitions, but I had had some small incidents of telepathy, and I told him about my Phone Call From Beyond.
We returned to my Heart Attack story, and he asked me,
“What happened to the man who was getting into the ambulance?”
I shrugged.
“I don’t know.”
“Did he have a heart attack?”
“Ahhhh… well, I don’t know, but I see where you’re going with this…”
“A!” exclaimed Lorenzo.
Yes, indeed. That heart attack was not mine, folks. It belonged to the man who was getting into that ambulance, and I just happened to be passing by at the moment and picked up his pain.
Case closed!
Or is it?
There is another chapter to this story, but you’ll have to wait until we get to Turkey before you can hear about it (just like I had to wait, dearies).
