Everyone has their sixth sense but doesn't really know about it. There were these two senses that I had experienced but was the scariest thing ever.
First experience. Was when I was, say about 9 or 10, in fourth grade, my brother was in second grade. We walked home from school. Was about two blocks away when all of a sudden my brother started running out of no where. Thinking to myself, "oh, just kids wanting to run." But something just hit me. I didn't hesitate, just started running after him so fast that I caught up to him. I'd grabbed his book bag and his coat at the same time, pulled him back and not even a second I did that, that black mustang came out of no where. I mean, WTF! No vehicles should be driving that fast around school zones. I couldn't see who was driving but just remember that black mustang. To this day, I am still shook up from that day but so dayum happy I saved my brother.
Second experience. (This will be hard typing this because it still hurts. But will do my best.) My father, brother and I always go out to dinner. There was this one place we went, haven't gone to it before but wanted something different. My father and brother was ahead of me and I was behind fixing my pants, when all of a sudden I got this thought, "This is his last supper." I stood straight up and said, "No way. No! No, it's not going to happen. He's not going to go till GOD says so. Forget about it." I really did forget about that thought. This was on a Saturday. And of course, I didn't want to hear the truth. Thursday at 11:30pm was when my father had passed. That thought has not come up till a month later after he passed that I knew. And boy did it struck hard.
