As I finished teaching my evening yoga class at the gym recently, a guy working at the front desk said he wanted to talk to me. He had a strange story to tell. His name is Marc, he’s in his mid-twenties, and he has only worked at the gym for a few months. He looks like a typical ‘gym rat,’ with a muscular physique, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he bench presses 300 pounds as if he were lifting a loaf of bread…or a paperback book.
He’d surprised me one day a few weeks earlier when he said he wanted to buy one of my books—Psychic Power, which is about developing your intuitive skills. At the time, I had no idea that Marc even knew I was a writer, much less any of the titles. And why that book? I rarely talk about my books at the gym. After all, it’s not exactly a book-club environment. But after that, Marc actually began bringing Psychic Power to work and reading in his spare time. I asked him once what he thought about it, and he just said that he liked it, that it was interesting.
So now he had something strange to tell me. Here’s what he said. “I had a dream last night that was like a nightmare. I was holding a kidney in my hands.” He said he found the dream disturbing and, of course, wondered what it meant. I was going to ask him what kidneys meant to him, but before I could say anything, he told me that he got a call that morning from a woman who also works at the front desk. She asked him if he would fill in for her, because she had a doctor’s appointment. She was going to get a CAT scan on her kidneys. “She has kidney problems,” Marc said. “I had no idea until she called.”
As I left, it occurred to me that both of them sit in the same chair, but at different times of the day. Somehow, Marc had picked up on the woman’s kidney problems. I have no idea how serious her problem is, but I have the impression that Marc is the kind of guy who might donate a kidney to someone in need.