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  • Sometimes, I volunteer at a palliative care centre nearby. On one of my friendly visits, I ran into someone who claimed to have developed psychic abilities after nearly dying on a surgery table.

    I could tell that he was trying to infer as much about me from the way I behaved. But a part of me still wondered if he wasn't bluffing. He made me nervous, and I began to clasp each finger in my left hand with my right palm.

    He looked at me, and asked, "When did that start?"

    And I didn't know. He was right. It wasn't always like that.

    After objectifying my body a little, he ended the conversation by shaking his head, "You don't even know all the important things you're going to do in this life. Just stop being so nervous."As though between the two of us, I was the crazy one since I doubted myself. Years later, I still avoid him on the hospital floor. But his insane words give me courage when my natural delusions of grandeur fail me.

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