In childhood...

I was born in Houston, Texas, and lived in a big and beautiful old house with a very big yard and an old-fashioned deck that encircled the home.  My first memory of being ‘special’ and ‘gifted’ and a ‘seer’ was at the age of 3.

In our back yard there was a chain-link fence separating the neighbor’s yard from our yard with a large tree in front of the fence.  One day I was playing in the backyard and I noticed the cute brown and white dog that lived in the neighbor’s yard.  The dog was barking and barking while I stood there amazed by and staring at this cute brown and white creature.  Suddenly, the dog stopped barking and started speaking to me.  Yes, speaking to me, in a yelling sort of way.  The dog said, run into the house and help your mommy, run in the house, help your mommy, over and over again.  I heard these words as clearly as any child hears words.

I didn’t know that dogs could not speak like we do; so, I listened to the dogs’ words and I ran into the house to help my mommy.  She was in the laundry room and her hand was caught in the wringer of an old washer, which was motorized and pulling her hand directly into it.  She was crying and screaming for help. I screamed and ran for my big brother so he could help her. 

Thank goodness he was there, as mommy could have lost her hand if we had not moved fast.  Everything turned out ok.