An Unexplainable Story
One day, I woke, wide awake, at 5AM.
This never happens as I am a good sleeper and normally wake around 8AM. But, an idea was in my mind. An idea for a book:
Fifty stories From Fifty States
Incredibly, and from seeming nowhere, the whole book was fully formed in my mind. I would contact friends from across the country and have them tell me their stories. Were they born in their state? If not, what drew them there? Did they like it? What did they like about it? What was special about their state? And so on.
Excited, I got out of bed, walked to my office through the dark rooms, and turned on the computer. I looked at my address book. Did I even know people in every state? I was not sure but I did have a friend from high school in Alaska!
I created a synopsis of the book idea, and sent out a mass mailing to 38 people that were either friends or people I had worked with, and from Alaska in the upper left corner to Florida in the lower right corner. Then, the lack of sleep hit me, hard. At 7Am, I crawled back into bed.
A few hours later I woke and immediately thought: Did I get any responses?
I did! About a half-dozen people had already emailed and the loved the idea. As I happily corresponded and reminisced about old times with people across America I was unaware that, at 10:28AM in New York City, a plane had crashed into the World Trade Tower.
There is no doubt in my mind that this is a story about precognition. On an extraordinary day I abruptly woke, fully alert, with an urge to reach out and touch old friends and associates across America.
On an extraordinary day.
I had no sense of what was to happen. I had no sense of impending doom. What I did sense was an urgent need to embrace people I cared about.
On an extraordinary day
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