Brother,

All my life I have just known things. I don't know how or why. For example, I always know when some one is telling the truth or not. I always know when I maybe in danger or not. I know things about friends before they even tell me. For instance, they are pregnant or having trouble. I can almost feel if someone is "up to no good" as my grandmother would say. I usually can pick up the phone and say hello "who ever.” It some times upset people who don't know me.

I have had many strange things happen in my life. My car breaking down in the middle of absolutely nowhere and some one just happened to appear-almost literally, to help my girls and me.

When I asked them to look for him to thank him--- he was gone. I don't want to say I hear voices in my head but a few years ago I was very sick-almost died. I prayed very hard to live. I felt some one or something touch my hand and say "all is well sleep now when you wake you will be better" Sure enough the doctor woke me up sometime later to say they found the cause of my illness.

I know someone watches over me. My whole life I felt I have a special purpose to fulfill. However, my life has been one big catastrophe after another. I don't like to get around many people it is almost as if I can feel who they are good or bad-It is very hard to explain. I do know I have learned to listen to whom ever it is that guides me.

Many times, I get exhausted to the point I have to go home and sleep when I am around some people. It is almost as if they drain the life out of me. I though I was always just imagining it all until my daughter started to grow up and exhibit the same things.[I never spoke to her about any of this] She even told me once while at my mothers grave that my mother was speaking to her from heaven. I thought at first she was going to say she told me to buy her a toy or something but she didn't. She started to say tings she could not have possible known.

What is it about us? What makes us so different? I know it is not evil. Although, I did have a terrible experience at a church I never attended before. I will save that for another email. It upsets me just thinking on it now.

Can you possible explain all of this? If so, what do I do with it? What is the purpose of it? How do I know what it is I am meant to do with it?

Sorry this is so long. I just don't speak of this much and really want to find an answer because the older I get the stronger it becomes.

Peace be with you,
Margaret