SimpleSimon
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Re: Re: Re: What is your superpower?
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Originally posted by Talarohk
.........SimpleSimon--that sounds like telekinesis, hardly a minor superpower. Can you describe what happened in more detail?.........
Certainly.
In February of 1968 I lost my left forearm and hand in an accident involving a washing machine. I was hospitalized for four weeks, then at home in traction for 3 more. I returned to school at the beginning of April. I was still in the healing process from the amputation, and had to wear a bandage on the stump of my left arm to cover the exposed ends of the radius and ulna.
Until the loss of my hand I had been left-handed. I had to re-learn writing skills completely, and was quite awkward at it. In english class one afternoon (my desk was at the front of the room), I dropped my pencil, which promptly rolled off the desk on the left side. Without thinking about it I bent down and picked it up. It wasn't until I had it above my desk that I looked up and saw the look of complete shock on Mrs. Brock's face that I even realized what I had done. At that moment, the pencil fell on the desktop again. At least a half dozen kids saw it happen, perhaps more.
Mrs. Brock and I discussed it after class, and with my consent english class the next day was spent in writing a brief narrative of what each person saw. Somewhere in my mother's home I still have all those papers. Briefly, the consensus was that I leaned over to the left, and forward, reaching toward the pencil with my arm. It came up off the floor, turned through 90 degrees on a horizontal axis and about 60 degrees on the vertical axis and rose into the air, approximately 8 inches from the end of my arm (approximately where my hand would have been were it still there), then swung over my desk before dropping.
Conscious efforts to reproduce the phenomenom have never succeeded.
A friend in South Africa in 1979 swore up and down that he saw me reach into the console of his car (I was driving), extract a cigarette from a pack of Dunhills, and raise it to my lips without actually touching it. The car had an automatic transmission, and I was not wearing my prosthetic arm. I was not even aware of doing it until he wanted to know how the hell I did that. I had too tell him I had not the slightest inkling.
In 1987, in a fight with 3 men who were intent on killing me, I squeezed one guy's heart, through the chest wall. He collapsed, and I was able to prevail over the other two. All of us went to hospital, the guy whose heart I had squeezed was treated as for a heart attack (atypical). Arterial dye imaging of his heart revealed significant bruising - the Dr. said it appeared to have been squashed equally, front to back, and he was at a loss to explain it. I declined to do so for him, or the investigators subsequently involved in the case that arose out of that altercation.
Again, I was not aware of a conscious decision to take the action, I just did what I could to get him off of me before his friends could get to me.
I wish that this ability were under my control, it would be damned useful at times.
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05-08-2003 01:24 AM
To say nothing of reading comprehension. 
