Sometimes, I have gut feelings that pan out, and I wish they wouldn’t. I’ve actually had several of these about my kids that if you knew the whole story, you’d realize it’s more than just “mother’s intuition.” They are things that are completely out of left field, and a person should never suspect those things about another person. (But I can’t share those with you because I don’t think my kids would ever speak to me again if I did.)
I thought about using creative license and merely changing their names, but if I did that, it would be completely bizarre that I’d have those gut feelings about someone that I was not as close to as my kids, and again, it’d be weird.
So, unfortunately those are all off limits during my “Goosebumps” theme this month. However, for Today’s Throwback Thursday, there’s another instance of me saying something out loud, only to later wish I could take it back…
In late June 2005, my sister and I were driving somewhere several hours away. She started to fall asleep (which I hate!) so I bugged her to stay awake while I drove. Finally, she asked me to make up a story and tell her so she could focus on something and wake up.
So, I thought about it, and though I don’t know why I was compelled to tell this story, I made up a tale about a woman who was in London on The Tube with two of her children, and suddenly the subway tunnel filled with water as a bomb went off, then another, then another.
The woman and her kids ended up being saved by an older teenage boy who had black and blue hair, tattoos, and multiple piercings, but not until hours later, at which time there was one more explosion elsewhere. The explosions happened early in the morning, and she was on her way home to Italy during rush hour traffic that morning.
Just a little more than a week later, on July 7, 2005, I woke to the news of London being bombed by terrorists! Three bombs went off on underground trains killing 52 people and injuring more than 700. Later, a fourth bomb went off on a double decker bus.
Of course, there was no mention of the tunnel filling with water, nor do I have any way of knowing if an Italian woman with two children was saved by a teenage boy, but how odd that my story about three bombs going off in London’s underground and one later elsewhere came to pass.
Talk to me: Have you ever said something in passing and later it came true? Have I succeeded in giving you goosebumps yet this month?