Two years ago I had a horrible case of the flu. I remember going to bed on the third day of my sickness and as far as I can remember went straight to sleep.
When I regained consciousness I’m sitting against a tree, 1.5 miles into my favorite hiking trail on a widows peak that overlooks the Illinois river at about 9am.
I have no recollection of getting there, but it’s a 35 miles drive most of which is on a winding pig-tail of a road. Most of the trail is either steep, along sheer cliff, washed out(read no real trail) or a combination of all three. I don’t even know what possessed me to go out there. The only clue I have is that at around 11pm the night before I wrote “I go to seek a great perhaps…” on facebook which suggests that I did this at night which is even more disconcerting as my only flashlight was at home.
My grandfather had two older sisters, both lived in different parts of India. One day when I was visiting the elder of the two sisters out of nowhere she says, that her younger sister is in trouble. Within 15 minutes we get a phone call says that the younger sister was hit by a car and passed away. I was very young at the time so I couldn’t figure out what happened, only when I was told the story did I realize how creepy it was.
When I was 12 I had this really bad bike accident that required surgery. We had this babysitter who would watch us during the summer when we were off school. She was elderly and we hadn’t gone to see her in quite sometime as this happened in early spring. Anyway, on the way to the hospital after said bike accident we get a call from babysitter’s husband asking if I am ok and to tell us babysitter had passed away. In her dying breath she told her husband “Something really bad is going to happen to withloveenya, when I pass I want you to call and make sure she is ok.” Yeeeeah.