That above is the screen shot of something that happened on early Saturday morning when I clicked on the "believe" thread so folks will know I'm not making this up. Here's the actual text cut and pasted.
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Posted December 19th, 2009 06:34 AM
Either you believe in this kind of thing or you don't.
Sitting here, reading Space.com and popped back on to CZ to their "believe" thread. My right hand starts hurting like hell in the spot where I broke it in 2006. Not in the wrist like it does when the weather changes, but in the hand itself. It's a sign of something to come for tonight.
My grandmother on my mother's side used to know things ahead of time and I somehow picked up a little bit of it. Mom actually used to get PISSED OFF when I brought it up.
We went to a mall one time in Houston when I was a kid and I knew where one of the stores was when we went in. Mom asked me how I can possibly know which way to go and I'm stuck. I'm trying to not say because she doesn't like the idea of it, but luckily my grandmother tells her, "A little birdy told him." She looks at me and says "didn't he?"
That's how she used to tell us grandkids how she knew when the letters from my grandfather were coming in the mail in WWII, or when they delivered the telegram that he'd been KIA that he was still alive. "A little birdy told me" is what she'd say. It's weird, but I won't go into it too much.
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The spot where my hand was hurting from 2006? That particular broken bone occurred on January 6th from punching a wine catalog that was laying on a granite counter top. Like I said, you either believe in this kind of stuff or you don't.
