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I'm A Prodigy

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Mario V. Farina



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I believe this condition of mine is a freak of nature. If it can be explained at all, it has to be by involving the paranormal!

It's possible I might be a prodigy. As I understand it, prodigies, are people with unusual abilities. They may be highly creative in music, or able to do extremely complicated mathematical calculations in their heads. Scientists are not able to explain how it is possible for prodigies to exist. Yes, normally, there are very intelligent people in the world, but most of these were naturally born. They may be geniuses. Their intelligence levels may be very much above that of others around them. The special people I'm referring to are individuals that seem to be wired differently, within their brains, from other persons. They are extraordinary in that they are not only intelligent, but so much so, that the enormity of their brainpower cannot be explained.

My name is Annette McConnell. I'm not a mathematical prodigy, not a musical prodigy, nothing like that. However, I have a quality that is so astonishing, my situation might be considered that of an exclusive phenomenon. I have the ability to live parts of other people's lives! I know that's an astounding statement to make, and so does what I conjecture as being the explanation. Just by mentally demanding it, I can get into people's lives. I can be present, without their knowledge, at the same time that they are living their lives. During those times, I am united with them in mind and body! In other words, what they are doing, I am also doing. What they are thinking, I am thinking. What they plan, I plan. However, their minds are in control. I can listen and know, but I have no power to initiate anything. I have no choice except to go along with whatever they're doing, whatever they're cogitating, and whatever they're contemplating. In the same way I will myself into their being, I can also exit.

I believe this condition of mine is a freak of nature. In some way that can only be explained with the paranormal, I was born with the ability to float in and out of other people's psyches whenever I wish! There may be very few, if any, other humans in the world with the same kind of mind control that I have.

The following is important; while I'm in someone else's life, my physical body is existing idle somewhere. This is dangerous for me. If I'm standing on a street corner, for example, I'm open to all kinds of danger. My own home, perhaps in the den, is safer, but still not absolutely guaranteed to be so. I need to use this capacity cautiously. I have not done much with it because, usually, there is not much to be gained from invading the bodies and minds of others. However, there are times when another individual is so interesting to me, that I, not only want to know more about that person, but actually wish to live his or her life for a while.

Some may say that, while I am using my special capability, I am imposing on other people's right to privacy. I don't think so. Humans, in general, have various properties. It's never inappropriate to use them. Would we expect a bird to forbear flying? Of course not! I have a special capability. Who would dare suggest it's unethical or unbefitting for me to use it?

Let me tell you of a use I once made of this capacity, and have you can decide whether the outcome was fitting.

About a year ago, I had been selected to serve on a jury. A middle-aged woman named Freda Allen had been accused of stealing from a jewelry store. There was a preliminary discussion in the jury room and I was elected to the position of foreperson. I found the evidence in the case compelling. After it had been presented by both sides, the jury met and took a vote. Eleven jurors, including me, were for acquittal, but there was a holdout. A juror named Frank Wilson, was for conviction. I felt strongly the prosecution had not proved their case. However, Mr. Wilson would not budge from his position of guilty.

I took the floor and made an impassioned speech. "Mr. Wilson," I pleaded. "There is not enough evidence to support a guilty verdict. The prosecution has simply not presented sufficient evidence. We've been evaluating the facts of this case for two days, and it seems clear that further discussion will not change what is the truth! This woman is not guilty!"

"What you say, Ms. McConnell, sounds rational," he responded. "However, there is something in my brain that I can't shake. I will admit what I'm saying is only an intuitive feeling; however, I must continue to believe that this woman stole those diamonds. Yes, the theft was made by a masked woman; her face was not clearly identifiable. But her figure, the way she walked, the timbre of her voice, suggests to me that she was the guilty person. You have not been able to convince me otherwise, nor have the other members of the jury done so."

There was an audible groan from several persons sitting at the table. They, as well as I, could estimate we would be in this room for many more hours.

It occurred to me, that I might look into Frank's mind to see if I could ascertain a more successful approach to having him change his opinion. I excused myself, went into the restroom, entered one of the cubicles, and locked the door. Then I willed myself into his physical attributes.

He was sitting at the table outwardly silent, but his mind was functioning at breakneck speed. "I wish, I could be more certain," he was thinking. "What Ms. McConnell is saying, makes sense. I don't have a great deal of justification, for believing that Ms. Allen is guilty, but, thefts must be punished. Maybe, I'm more sensitive on this point than others, but I have reason to be. Those miserable men who came into my store and convinced me they were in the market for expensive jewelry, then scammed me, were outrageous with what they did. And, they got away with it! There was also that time when somebody broke into the jewelry case and stole the most valuable piece I had in the shop. It was never discovered who that robber had been. Maybe this lady is not guilty of what she's accused of, but somebody out there was guilty!"

I had heard enough. I left Mr. Wilson's obviously biased mind, and reentered my body in the restroom. As soon as I could, I spoke to the jury again. "Jurors," I said. "There are times when we are not sure who is guilty of a crime. Sometimes, something has happened in our past that colors the way we think." Then, I stared at Mr. Wilson and continued. "Frank, many of us have been victims of crime. Sometimes, what has happened may have affected the way we feel about matters that have no connection with logic. Perhaps, you have been a victim of crime yourself!"

"That's for sure!" Frank Wilson responded angrily. "I had a jewelry store once! I don't have it any longer. There were thefts in my shop. Stupidly, I had let my insurance lapse twice. I went bankrupt because of my carelessness. I now work in a hardware store as a clerk!"

"That is no reason to take it out on this woman," I commented. "The woman who committed the crime, was masked. She might have seen a brooch or a ring that she wanted, and didn't have the money to pay for it. The thief could have been anyone, even a person in this very room!"

"One of the items was indeed a diamond ring," Frank said. "However, the accused walked in an unusual way. The way she pronounced words in the courtroom was unique. Maybe, that is what convinced me!"

"Well, she's a woman," I responded. "Women walk and speak like women. Men walk and speak like men. Could there be that many differences?"

"No," he admitted. "The thief could have been anyone."

"The dark glasses she was wearing could have been purchased at a dollar store," I added. "Do you agree?"

He was thoughtful for a while. "Neither of the attorneys mentioned dark glasses," he commented. "How do you know she was wearing dark glasses?"

There was a murmurs of agreement from some.

"That is something I surmised," I said. "It was a sunny day! It's natural to think the woman would be wearing sunglasses!"

"Still, that fact was not mentioned in the testimony," he iterated. "Were you there by any chance? You sound like the real guilty person!"

"Nonsense!" I retorted angrily. "How could I have been there? I'm an honest person!"

"I didn't mean to anger you," he said. "You're stating facts that were not presented as evidence."

"Well I resent your inference that I may have had something to do with the robbery," I stated.

"I hadn't noticed before," Frank mumbled. "You walk and talk a lot like the burglar that was described. Your figure is much like hers, as it was described. I've changed my mind about Freda Allen's guilt. I now believe she is innocent. I suggest we take another vote, then tell the judge we've reached a decision of not guilty."

"You're doing my job! I said with a massive degree of irritation."

"Then do your job," Frank exclaimed. "After that, I'll be making a suggestion to the judge that you should be investigated as the possible guilty person in this case!"

The bottom line to this story is that Ms. Allen was found not guilty. An investigation was made. I was arrested. I still have the ability to get into people's minds, including those of the lawyer who handled my case, and of the judge who sentenced me. However, the aptitude I have for living in other people's bodies for a while, has not, and is not helping me a great deal. Most of their owners are obsessed with crime. I was sentenced to twenty years in State Prison and will probably have to serve most of it.


















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