In my "Random Facts" blog, I had some questions about some of the items listed. The most common questions were regarding the incident with the psychic, but that requires a little bit of digging to fill the holes in my memory, so I'll expound on that when I've had the chance to refresh my memory with the others that were present. Another one that someone had asked me about (at least they think they did, I may have imagined it, and it can be difficult to separate reality from imagination) was item #`10 which reads:

I used to be able to influence physical reality through intense concentration (or so I thought) that enabled me to injure a bully from a distance, and to change the outcome of a world series baseball game. Maybe it was coincidence, but neither event has been adequately explained to me.

I figured I could use some more input on the incidents mentioned above, and maybe get a feel for if I'm the only one that thinks them to be more than coincidence. I'll start with the first one:

I was in sixth grade, about 12 years old. This was around the age when my first epic dream occurred. The private school I was attending, New Garden Friends School (NGFS), was on a week-long field trip to New York City. At this time there was a class bully named Kenny that had decided that he didn't like me. I don't know why he hated me so. Perhaps there was some reason, something I had done to him that I don't remember, but I don't remember knowing why he wanted to beat me up at the time. During this field trip, we were staying at a beautiful, large old mansion in Yonkers that belonged to a relative or friend of one of our teachers. One day, we had some down time, and all the kids were out in the very large yard playing soccer, among other things. I was never much of an athlete and always somewhat of an outcast, so I wandered off by myself. I found a nice little path through some woods that led to a clearing, in the middle of which was a tire swing hanging from a huge old oak tree. I hopped up on the swing and just swayed back and forth, enjoying the quiet and solitude. After a few minutes, Kenny came along, apparently quite pleased at the opportunity to find me alone, and isolated from the rest of the kids and teachers. Now, here's where my memory seems off. As I remember it, this tire swing was so high off the ground, that Kenny couldn't even reach me. If it was that high, how did I get up on it? There may have been a ladder or something, I don't remember. But anyway, Kenny says to me, "Come down from there so I can kick your ass." To which my response was, naturally, "ummm....no?" So Kenny says, "You'll have to come down from there some time, and when you do, I'll be waiting." And he went off back down the path to rejoin the other kids playing soccer. This made me angry. I didn't understand why he wouldn't leave me alone and I became filled with rage. Now, rage is something I've only felt a handful of times in my life, and I tend to turn it inwards rather than unleashing it upon the world. This time, however, something altogether different happened. Somehow I knew what to do. As I remained on the tire swing, I closed my eyes. I pressed a tightly clenched fist against my forehead, and felt all the muscles in my body tense up at once. I sat there for several seconds, shaking with rage and tensed muscles. Then, a picture came into my mind. I could clearly see the yard back at the house where the kids were playing soccer. I could see Kenny running and kicking with them. I focused the image in on Kenny's left leg, until my mind's entire field of vision was dominated by his leg, and then I released. I relaxed. My muscles relaxed and I opened my eyes. I don't remember if I felt any different, or if I had some idea that I had done something. At this time, I decided to hop down off the tire swing, and walk back to the yard where the other kids were. What I saw when I got there gave me chills. Kenny was lying on the ground, crying, clutching his left leg. I asked one of the other kids what happened. "I don't know, he just cried out, collapsed, and grabbed his leg", was the response. I was, as you can imagine, somewhat weirded out by this. I had to tell someone what had happened. I picked one of the other kids, John-Chris, almost at random, just to share what I had experienced. I related the whole story, as I just told it, to him. His only response was, "Man, you must be spooked". Thanks, John-Chris, for that insightful comment. I don't think he believed me, and he never spoke of it to me again. Later on that evening, as Kenny was sitting in a chair with his leg propped up on another chair, I asked him what had happened, curiosity overcoming intimidation. In a surprisingly friendly manner, he explained that he didn't know what had happened, and that his leg stopped hurting a few minutes later, and was only propped up now because the teacher's told him to stay off of it. There was, apparently, no injury, nothing wrong with the leg. By the next morning, he was walking around as if nothing had happened. It is important, I think, to note that Kenny never picked on me again after that day. I'm not sure why, unless somehow he knew what had happened, or maybe John-Chris had told him what I had said about it. We eventually became something akin to friends, although not enough that we ever hung out outside of school. The last time I saw Kenny was at one of the NGFS reunions. He had mellowed significantly with age, and was a laid back, happy parent. I enjoyed talking to him at the reunion (and his sister, who was a classic example of nerdy girl that grew up to be hot) but neither of us mentioned that day. I was tempted to talk to him about it, but I didn't. I think I just wanted to keep that little mystery in my life. I wanted to allow that little bit of magic and mystery to remained unexplained, because it would allow my mind to continue to believe that I had, at least at one time, been able to do something like that.

I have successfully used this "power" on one other occasion in my childhood, about 2 years after this incident. But that story is significantly more difficult to believe than this one, so I'll save it for another time. But for now, I'd like to know what you think. Coincidence? Or should I be a cast member for Heroes?