I can totally speak to the secondary options people use to take the edge off. One thing I’ve seen plenty of is people will substance abuse problems. My ex wife is on meth now. She drank all the time when we were married and all we did was fight. I tried to drawn my sorrows in a bottle but my stomach said otherwise. I was a pucker and I hate pucking. I also have always felt a strong sense of responsibility when it comes to my kids. I was all they had and coming from my background I wanted desperately to be a good father. I have met my father by the way and, just let me say, I was better off without him.
Speaking of eerie feelings, I was in the elevator a while back, at work and, it was about seven of us, suddenly I felt like someone was thinking about killing everyone in the elevator and I started looking around as if I’d be able to see who it was. What I immediately noticed was I wasn’t the only one with an uneasy feeling. I looked at the brother who was on the elevator with us, it wasn’t him, he looked at me and we both knew we were feeling some kind of way. He said it out loud and the minute he spoke the feeling eased off. He just flat out said, “It will not be as easy as you might think,” everybody looked at him and he cleared his throat and rolled his shoulders, I did to and I was nodding. I was not dying in a damn elevator. He said, that’s all the warning he was giving too and when the elevator door and he stepped off, every body except one man got off. That’s when we knew who it was and he looked crazy as hell. I was shaking like a leaf. Now the brotha held the door open, he didn’t look at him, but he told him to get on out of the building, and the man pointed at himself, looked at me, and I nodded. When he looked at the brotha he knew the brotha wasn’t playing with him. He just shrugged and the brotha stepped back and we watched the door close. I wanted to call the police or something but what was I going to tell them? I just told the brotha I had his back and he told me he knew that and smiled at me. He told me he wanted me to know he had mine. Now that was something I’ll never forget. Do you know how many killings we could stop if we paid more attention to our sixth sense?
Do black people naturally have this ability, because he knew, he felt it. I was just glad to know I wasn’t the only one who felt it. It was an immediate feeling of danger and it was strong, undeniable.