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User Submission: I Refuse To Hide!
Promicin Info Forum Moderator Sprout0912 has an ability that will AMAZE you.
I am not a risk taker. I'm not a gambler by any stretch of the imagination. Heck, I was born and raised in Las Vegas, and the only time I've ever even played a slot machine was when my dad gave me $10 one night, after seeing a magic show on the strip, to play slots with while I was home on leave years ago when I was in the Navy. I won $25 after playing only $3 in a dollar machine. I gave the other $7 back to my dad and pocketed the $25. (I was afraid to gamble anymore for fear I'd lose what I won.)
So, imagine what went through my mind when a friend came to me and told me she had something for me to check out. Here I am, a stay at home mom, who is very happy and content with the life I've chosen. I've been married now for 13 years, have 2 children, a boy (extremely intelligent) nearly 10 and a daughter nearly 5 (starting school soon). We "own" our own home (well, we're paying a mortgage anyway) and for me, life is wonderful. I mean, sure, we struggle to pay our bills on occasion, but isn't that all just a normal part of everyday life for the average Joe Schmo? All in all my life is great.
Well, my friend pulled out this syringe with this glowing green liquid in it and told me that she managed to get her hands on enough for me as well…. if I wanted it. She told me what it was and about this 50/50 chance of dying and I told her she was absolutely off her rocker if she thought I would take a 50/50 risk of missing out on watching my 2 amazing children grow, I mean c'mon my daughter is getting ready to begin her very first day of school…. there's absolutely no way I'd ever miss that.
As I was speaking, my friend took her syringe and jabbed herself in the arm and pushed the plunger…. I just sat there with my jaw resting on the floor…. I couldn't believe she had just done that. She told me, "Life is all about risks, and if you aren't willing to take risks, then why bother to live your life?" She then pulled out a second syringe, waved it in my face, smiled, then walked in to my kitchen, and placed the syringe in my refrigerator. She told me that if it was still there in a month (and she was still alive) she would take it back and give it to someone else. Then she left.
Immediately, I opened up the refrigerator and took it out. I was going to just plunge it down my drain, but I just couldn't make myself do it. So I placed it back in my fridge, but laid it down flat in one of the door shelves so my kids wouldn't see it. I didn't know why at the time, because I truly had no desire to use it. The risk, in my mind was just simply too great.
I worried about my friend. I tried for 3 days afterward to call her. No answer. I went by her house. She was never home. I thought about filing a missing person's report, and just as I picked up the phone to make that call, it rang. When I answered, it was my friend. She asked me if I was surprised to hear from her and then if I still had the syringe, but, before I could answer her, she said, "Never mind, don't bother answering, I already know the answer." That was how she informed me that she had developed an ability.
She didn't read minds, well, not exactly. She couldn't just walk up to someone and know what they were thinking. She had the ability to ask anyone a question, and just... know... the answer. Not necessarily what they would say…. she would know the actual answer. My friend had become a human lie detector.
Well, she would come by every few days to visit and ask me if I had taken the promicin yet, and of course the answer was always the same….. "Not a chance in H-E- Double Hockey Sticks…." Then it happened, 3 days before my friend had promised to come and take that cursed syringe back, my daughter climbed up on the door of the fridge. She was trying to reach the jelly and noticed a green glow. Being 4 y/o and so very curious, she just had to see what it was, especially since green is her favorite color….. she pulled it out and sat down on the living room floor to study it. I walked into the living room just in time to see her take the cap off, I ran over to her hollering "NO!", She jumped up and turned around just as I was reaching down to grab the syringe from her hand, and the needle caught me in the arm. The jab startled me and I lost my balance. I fell directly on the plunger and ended up being accidentally injected.
I was absolutely scared to death. My poor daughter kept crying and telling me how sorry she was that she hurt me, and all I could do was hold her and cry, as well. I didn't know what the next 48 hours held for me, but if they were to be my last, I certainly wasn't going to spend them being angry at my daughter for being curious…. That night I sat down with my husband and told him what had happened and he held me and cried as well. He took the next 2 days off from work to be with me, praying all the while that we hadn't just been robbed of the next 50 years together…. We told our children the next day that I had had an accident and was very ill because of it and that we didn't know if I would get healthy again. My children were devastated, my daughter asked if it was her fault and I told her that it wasn't. In fact, I told her that it wasn't even the same "accident" that made me sick.
That second night I was terrified. After we put my children to bed, my husband and I, too, went to bed. Neither of us slept that night. We just laid there in each other's arms and reminisced over our life together, 15 plus years in all. It was amazing. The next morning came, I was still breathing…… the afternoon came and went. I even got up and fixed dinner that evening…. dinner came and went, kids went to bed, and I was still breathing…. My husband and I sat up all night long yet again, wondering…. wondering about that "48 hour" time limit… The sun came up and we realized we had now been awake for nearly 48 hours and it was now, nearly 20 hours past that "deadline" (pardon the pun), and I was not only still breathing, but I also wasn't sick. With the rising of the sun that morning, we realized that the sun had just risen on the beginning of a new life for myself and for my family.
That was 2 months ago, and I have developed an ability. I am still learning to hone it, but it is an amazing ability, nonetheless. I have the ability to look into a person and know if that person will suffer an illness and what illness it will be. I can also predict the outcome of any treatment given for the illness.
Once I began to realize my ability, I told my husband about it. He asked me to come to his work one day because one of the men he works with was facing having to go through chemotherapy soon. I went and talked to the man, looked into him as he explained each of the possible treatments the doctors had described to him, nutrition therapy, surgery, radiation, chemo, etc… I considered each treatment individually and in numerous combinations until I could "see" his body healing… I told him what I saw and suggested that he talk to his doctor about it. He is now 3 weeks out of surgery, and into his nutrition therapy, and so far all seems fine. He isn't feeling any pain from the cancer or from the surgery anymore. He goes back next week for a follow up biopsy, (which he will have to do every month for the next six months, then after that, if he is still "cancer free" it will be every 6 months for a while…. He jokingly asked me the other day, "What would happen if I took some promicin?", and amazingly enough…. I could see that he would survive it. I couldn't see what ability he would have, but I could see him surviving the injection. I then began looking at different people, and… I can see which people will survive the injections and who will die from them!!!
I am not a risk taker. I'm not a gambler by any stretch of the imagination. Heck, I was born and raised in Las Vegas, and the only time I've ever even played a slot machine was when my dad gave me $10 one night, after seeing a magic show on the strip, to play slots with while I was home on leave years ago when I was in the Navy. I won $25 after playing only $3 in a dollar machine. I gave the other $7 back to my dad and pocketed the $25. (I was afraid to gamble anymore for fear I'd lose what I won.)
So, imagine what went through my mind when a friend came to me and told me she had something for me to check out. Here I am, a stay at home mom, who is very happy and content with the life I've chosen. I've been married now for 13 years, have 2 children, a boy (extremely intelligent) nearly 10 and a daughter nearly 5 (starting school soon). We "own" our own home (well, we're paying a mortgage anyway) and for me, life is wonderful. I mean, sure, we struggle to pay our bills on occasion, but isn't that all just a normal part of everyday life for the average Joe Schmo? All in all my life is great.
Well, my friend pulled out this syringe with this glowing green liquid in it and told me that she managed to get her hands on enough for me as well…. if I wanted it. She told me what it was and about this 50/50 chance of dying and I told her she was absolutely off her rocker if she thought I would take a 50/50 risk of missing out on watching my 2 amazing children grow, I mean c'mon my daughter is getting ready to begin her very first day of school…. there's absolutely no way I'd ever miss that.
As I was speaking, my friend took her syringe and jabbed herself in the arm and pushed the plunger…. I just sat there with my jaw resting on the floor…. I couldn't believe she had just done that. She told me, "Life is all about risks, and if you aren't willing to take risks, then why bother to live your life?" She then pulled out a second syringe, waved it in my face, smiled, then walked in to my kitchen, and placed the syringe in my refrigerator. She told me that if it was still there in a month (and she was still alive) she would take it back and give it to someone else. Then she left.
Immediately, I opened up the refrigerator and took it out. I was going to just plunge it down my drain, but I just couldn't make myself do it. So I placed it back in my fridge, but laid it down flat in one of the door shelves so my kids wouldn't see it. I didn't know why at the time, because I truly had no desire to use it. The risk, in my mind was just simply too great.
I worried about my friend. I tried for 3 days afterward to call her. No answer. I went by her house. She was never home. I thought about filing a missing person's report, and just as I picked up the phone to make that call, it rang. When I answered, it was my friend. She asked me if I was surprised to hear from her and then if I still had the syringe, but, before I could answer her, she said, "Never mind, don't bother answering, I already know the answer." That was how she informed me that she had developed an ability.
She didn't read minds, well, not exactly. She couldn't just walk up to someone and know what they were thinking. She had the ability to ask anyone a question, and just... know... the answer. Not necessarily what they would say…. she would know the actual answer. My friend had become a human lie detector.
Well, she would come by every few days to visit and ask me if I had taken the promicin yet, and of course the answer was always the same….. "Not a chance in H-E- Double Hockey Sticks…." Then it happened, 3 days before my friend had promised to come and take that cursed syringe back, my daughter climbed up on the door of the fridge. She was trying to reach the jelly and noticed a green glow. Being 4 y/o and so very curious, she just had to see what it was, especially since green is her favorite color….. she pulled it out and sat down on the living room floor to study it. I walked into the living room just in time to see her take the cap off, I ran over to her hollering "NO!", She jumped up and turned around just as I was reaching down to grab the syringe from her hand, and the needle caught me in the arm. The jab startled me and I lost my balance. I fell directly on the plunger and ended up being accidentally injected.
I was absolutely scared to death. My poor daughter kept crying and telling me how sorry she was that she hurt me, and all I could do was hold her and cry, as well. I didn't know what the next 48 hours held for me, but if they were to be my last, I certainly wasn't going to spend them being angry at my daughter for being curious…. That night I sat down with my husband and told him what had happened and he held me and cried as well. He took the next 2 days off from work to be with me, praying all the while that we hadn't just been robbed of the next 50 years together…. We told our children the next day that I had had an accident and was very ill because of it and that we didn't know if I would get healthy again. My children were devastated, my daughter asked if it was her fault and I told her that it wasn't. In fact, I told her that it wasn't even the same "accident" that made me sick.
That second night I was terrified. After we put my children to bed, my husband and I, too, went to bed. Neither of us slept that night. We just laid there in each other's arms and reminisced over our life together, 15 plus years in all. It was amazing. The next morning came, I was still breathing…… the afternoon came and went. I even got up and fixed dinner that evening…. dinner came and went, kids went to bed, and I was still breathing…. My husband and I sat up all night long yet again, wondering…. wondering about that "48 hour" time limit… The sun came up and we realized we had now been awake for nearly 48 hours and it was now, nearly 20 hours past that "deadline" (pardon the pun), and I was not only still breathing, but I also wasn't sick. With the rising of the sun that morning, we realized that the sun had just risen on the beginning of a new life for myself and for my family.
That was 2 months ago, and I have developed an ability. I am still learning to hone it, but it is an amazing ability, nonetheless. I have the ability to look into a person and know if that person will suffer an illness and what illness it will be. I can also predict the outcome of any treatment given for the illness.
Once I began to realize my ability, I told my husband about it. He asked me to come to his work one day because one of the men he works with was facing having to go through chemotherapy soon. I went and talked to the man, looked into him as he explained each of the possible treatments the doctors had described to him, nutrition therapy, surgery, radiation, chemo, etc… I considered each treatment individually and in numerous combinations until I could "see" his body healing… I told him what I saw and suggested that he talk to his doctor about it. He is now 3 weeks out of surgery, and into his nutrition therapy, and so far all seems fine. He isn't feeling any pain from the cancer or from the surgery anymore. He goes back next week for a follow up biopsy, (which he will have to do every month for the next six months, then after that, if he is still "cancer free" it will be every 6 months for a while…. He jokingly asked me the other day, "What would happen if I took some promicin?", and amazingly enough…. I could see that he would survive it. I couldn't see what ability he would have, but I could see him surviving the injection. I then began looking at different people, and… I can see which people will survive the injections and who will die from them!!!
Tuesday, 3 July 2007
News: The 4400 Center Has Been Opened Again!
This is the first step to bring down anti-promicin legislation.
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