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The Spirit In Me
A story about listening to the Spirit in us.
“I don’t understand,” Susan said. “How did you know that Tommy was dangerous and under investigation by the FBI? The private investigator Shelly hired didn’t find anything odd or suspicious about him.”
Jean stared into the eyes of her best friend and said, “My spirit just didn’t like him.”
“Ah!” Susan said easing back, then reaches out pinching Jean on her left side.
“Ooouuuccchhh!” Jean screamed out in pain. Massaging her left side, she asks, “Why did you do that?”
“I am just checking if you are alive,” Susan said.
“I am alive,” Jean assures, her hand massaging her side.
“Well, you were until you started talking about spirits.”
“Girl, I am from the Caribbean and we listen to our spirits. My spirit just didn’t like him.”
“You mean . . . .”
“Yes, you call it ESP, sixth sense or instincts, for us, it’s our spirit. Looking at him my spirit felt anger and fear. My heartbeat increases, especially when he was avoiding eye contact. My spirit was warning me that something was not right.”
“How? I mean is it something I can learn?”
