When my left shoulder was killing me, I just called home and asked, "Who got hurt." I found out my older brother broke his left arm just below the shoulder. If I feel incredibly sad for no reason, I know someone has passed away in my family.
People ask me if they are having a son or a daughter so they know what colour of clothes to buy for a baby shower.
I knew Quebec would not separate by the smallest margin possible. They did not do so by one %. I knew when my brother should buy silver at $100.00 an ounce and told him to sell it after it was $900.00 an ounce. I knew that 911 would happen one week before it actually occurred.
This is not easy to live with, especially because one the one hand, they don't believe me before it happens and on the other hand, they claim they don't remember after it happens.
But, my family still asks me the gender of babies whenever someone is pregnant!
Some times, I wonder what I should do. Should I pretend not to know things, or should I continue on the way I am, being treated like a 'freak of nature.'
By: ham-c
