I Ignored My Intuition and Somebody Died

The first of a series of true stories about psychic experiences.

Years ago, when I was in my early 20s, I killed someone. No, I’m not a cold-blooded murderer. Nor was I caught up in a fit of passion or deep-seated rage. But someone died none-the-less because of me. And the hardest part of looking back on the experience is realizing that it didn’t have to happen. I know that because my intuition tried to stop it.

I’ll never forget that day. I was living in Virginia and two friends from my hometown in New Jersey had come to visit. We’d had a wonderful weekend doing what long-time friends do when they haven’t seen each other in awhile. We gossiped and laughed and watched movies and shopped. And gossiped and laughed some more. We talked about men and our relationships – the ones we wanted and the ones we had. The weekend flew by so quickly and suddenly it was Sunday and time for them to go back home.

They had taken the bus from New Jersey. I had to take them back to the bus station in Washington, DC so they could head back. It was summertime in DC, which is often humid and muggy. But I remember this day was warm but pleasant and we rode with the windows down.

It’s funny how the moments before a tragedy can be imprinted onto your brain.

We arrived at the bus station early, and I sat around with them as they waited for their bus to arrive. The bus was about thirty minutes late, but that didn’t bother us. It gave us more time to talk. Finally, someone announced on the loudspeaker that their bus was arriving and they should head over to the gate.

We hugged and promised that it wouldn’t be that long again before we got together. I watched them disappear as they walked through the gate to get on their bus.

I walked back to my car, turned it on and started the drive back to Virginia. And that’s when everything changed.

There were two routes that I knew of to get back to Virginia. As I was driving I knew that up ahead I would have to make a decision on which route I should take. For one route, I would turn left at the light ahead. For the other route, I would go straight.

Though I was comfortable with both routes to Virginia, I tended to take the left more often than the straight route and so that’s what I decided to do.

But as I approached the turn, I heard a voice in my head say, ‘Go Straight.’

It didn’t make sense to me that I should go straight. There didn’t seem to be much traffic late in the day on a Sunday, so I didn’t anticipate that being an issue. And even though I had distinctly heard the words ‘Go Straight,’ I didn’t feel any attachment to them. I didn’t want to go straight. It literally made no sense that I would think those words.

So I ignored them.

And I made the left. And as I drove, not 10 seconds after I made the turn, a little baby boy came running from the sidewalk and dashed right in front of my car. I slammed on the brakes. The car rolled to a stop. But the damage was done. I remember seeing the top of the little boy’s head hit the dashboard when the collision occurred. Then I remember seeing his mother come running and I’ll never forget the scream she unleashed when she saw what had happened.

The rest of the day was a blur. The police came. And an ambulance. And a firetruck. Paramedics took the little boy and his mother away in the ambulance.

The next day, I learned the child – a four-year-old – had died.

There were plenty of people outside the day of the accident so there were many witnesses who had seen everything. They told the police that the child had sprinted out into the street and there was nothing any driver could have done to avoid it. The police investigation bore that out, and the incident was simply ruled an unfortunate accident.

Over and over again, I heard that there was nothing I could have done. But I know better.

It’s true that once I turned left that day there was nothing I could have done to avoid that accident. I believe nothing could have stopped that child from running out into the street. But I believe a spirit guide or guardian angel tried to protect that child by whispering in my ear to Go Straight. But I didn’t know then to heed the message.

I remember there were no other cars behind me that day. So there wasn’t another car that would have collided with him had I heeded that lifechanging message.

I think that’s one of the biggest reasons I’ve made it my mission to incorporate intuition into my daily life. I want it to be so familiar to me that I heed it not only when it yells but when it whispers.

I know that listening to my intuition can keep my life on its rightful path. But perhaps more importantly, ignoring it can have devastating consequences.

This is the first of a series of true stories about psychic experiences. If you have a psychic experience you’d like to share – even if it’s shared anonymously – email mara@psychiclessons.com.