So, I guess I have to start somewhere...the beginning.

I started to notice this ongoing phenomenon my freshman year of college. I went to an art school, in Philadelphia, I like to call it Filthadelphia, but, again, that's besides the point. My first week of art school was going swimmingly, dressing all in black and rolling on the floor...ya know...artsy stuff. After I finished one of my many voice classes, I was feeling great and probably hungry so I left the building for a quick snack. As I was walking this old homeless man (I'm just assuming, he may very well have had a home) started walking behind me. I noticed him, but didn't think much of it. As I'm walking, proabably whisteling and such, he starts to gain speed towards me. Within a few seconds, he's directly next to me, grumbling away. And, I mean furiously grumbling. Maybe, my joy was bringing him sadness, I'm not sure. But, low and behold, as I turn my head, he viciously "HI-YAHED" me in the face. When I tell you he "HI-YAHED" me (it obviously has to be in CAPS, otherwise, you wouldn't get the full effect) he, literally, intended on ka-ra-te chopping me in the space where my eyes end and my nose begins. Luckily, because of my cat like reflexes, I moved out of the way with miliseconds to spare (probably even less time, but I don't know the word for that). I had never ran so fast in my life. But, I remember, so vividly, turning around with fear and angst, watching him continue to grumble as if nothing ever happened. And that, folks, was one of the first times I realized my gift.
:P

ps. He kinda looked like this guy...

and this old dude...tee hee.