TRUE STORY
June2001
Manila,
Philippines
I just got out of a very
sordid affair January of that year.
Broke,
unemployed for about five months, and with two
daughters who are about to start school; I hit
rock bottom holding a
shovel. My
wife never knew about the affair. Neither does she go to this
website. With
tuition due (School here starts
June),
bills to pay, and let alone a very
broken spirit, I was close to
acknowledging that I was in deep
doo doo.
People tell me that I'm
psychic. They come to me asking what the
future lies for them,
personal problems,
career problems, even
lost objects. I always take it with a
grain of sand. I always
attribute my
readings to
common sense, a
lucky streak, and even
psychoanalysis. Don't get me wrong, I do believe I'm
psychic but I just don't go out and
tell the world. Most people find out about me from other people.
Word of mouth, actually. Plus, I don't charge anything.
Anyway, there I was
broke and somewhat
desolate living in a
third world country. One night, the 16th of June, I woke up at around 3am. Can't really sleep since I have to come up with some cash before the end of June or else all
hell will go
willy nilly.
That night (morning?), I just got fed up with everything and said to myself, "If I'm psychic, then why can't I get the numbers on the lotto draws!". I got myself a pen and paper and started
scribbling down numbers. First I put in all three
lotto draws; the
6/42, the
6/45, and the
6/49.
My
psychic vibe told me to
concentrate on the 6/45. I therefore wrote down 6 rows of numbers from 1 to 45. On each row, I concentrated on the numbers one by one. I did each row three times. It was already about 6am when I was in the last row.
That day, a
Sunday, I went out with my kids to the
mall so they could just run around and play. I told my wife I was going to buy a lotto
ticket. At the
booth, I copied the numbers onto the lotto ticket. The draw was for Monday night. I suddenly had the
urge to pay for the
Wednesday draw also, which I did.
That
Monday night, I watched the lotto draw, I got nothing. "So much for my psychic
powers.." I thought to myself.
That
Wednesday, I again took out the ticket and sat down on the
couch. I remember my kids were on the floor coloring a
Little Mermaid book, while my wife sat on my right reading a
magazine. The first ball came out and it was a 10. I had a ten on the ticket. The second ball was a 25, the third was a 5. I had both numbers too. On the fourth ball, it came out 32. I had a 32 and the room started
swirling all around me. I looked at my wife and showed her the ticket. She dropped the magazine and watched the draw. The fifth number was a 26. I slowly looked at the ticket. I didn't have a 26. Knowing that
luck sometimes is about
timing,
placement and
positioning, I went back to my end of the couch still
glued to the set. The sixth ball was a 31 which I also had.
I got 5 numbers out of 6. I had enough
cash to pull me through that month and upto the next month.
Relief and
joy started to creep in. I was saved!
By
August, I found a
stable job and have been quite succesful there too. I stopped looking at other women, been
faithful to my wife ever since, and I have two daughters both
top students in their class.
Life again was
normal.
One thing though... I got just enough to pull me through. If there is a God, why didn't he just give me everything? Did my telling my wife about the four numbers
prematurely jinxed the fifth number? Was it my psychic powers? I don't know but up to this day, I could not
replicate what I had done that day...God knows how many times I get up at three am and start writing down numbers!