My recent trip to Cambridge indeed revealed my sixth sence in action. First as I was pushing my trolleys towards an open area in the airport terminal, I saw a family of Africans, 3 adults and a baby in a pram coming very near me. The moment I saw them a flash of thoughts came into my mind asking me to check them out. So I decided to quickly put down all my luggages on the floor. But somehow my mind was momentarily blanked off because of a commotion by the Africans. I suppose this is like casting a loud spell and for that moment I do not know what was happening around me.
This incidence refreshed my memory many years back when 2 African walked into our Finance department flashing a $500 note and everybody was momentarily blanked off before they help themselves to the cash in the petty cash box.
Why I believe that I may possessed sixth sence is because looking at the African people I sense danger lurking about. Also earlier at the plane itself, I was packing all the stuff into the computer bag when my sense told me not to keep my pouch containing money in the bag. Had I not believe in my own feelings, the lost would have been a lot more painful.
Another case of my sixth sense working was all along I am feeling that I should not bring the new lap top to England in spite of everybody persuading me to bring it with good reasons and intentions. Now I feel I am so right for not bringing the lap top otherwise it would be the end of it.
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