My first premonition happened when I was only 3-years-old. I had a dream in which I was standing in the parking lot of the Exxon gas station on Route 23 in Newfoundland, NJ. I was looking across the highway at the Bp gas station. I saw a man pull up to the pump, jump out of his vehicle waving a gun and demanding all of the money from the attendant. I was speechless to what I saw. I remember feeling in awe because the dream felt so realistic and emphatic. I then woke up and thought how weird that dream was.

The following day my Dad returned home from work around 5:30pm. I remember sitting in my room, hiding, like I usually did.

“You’ll never believe what happened last night,” Dad said.

“What,” Mom said.

“The Exxon on Rt. 23 got robbed at gunpoint.”

At this moment I knew I had a special sort of gift and I needed to use it for the good of humanity at large.