One night in July of 1951 we had just finished supper, and my brother-in-law was getting ready to go to a meeting in San Jose, which is twenty-five miles from our house. For no reason I started crying, me, crying, twenty-five years old! I begged him not to go. Well, there was quite a fuss and I got everyone upset.

Mom kept saying, 'He will be all right.' You know, the usual soft soap you give an upset person. This went on for about fifteen minutes. Then the feeling left me, and I said, 'It's all right for Bob to go now.'

By this time, the fellow he was to ride with had waited at their meeting place, but left before Bob got there, so Bob had to drive his own car down. He got as far as Bayshore and Charter Streets, when the traffic began to back up. A wreck, which is nothing unusual here. But when Bob got to the corner, he said he almost passed out.

There spread out on the highway was the man he was to have ridden with; his head was half gone. The car was a total loss. They found later that his brakes had locked on one side, and he flipped up in the air and came down on the other side of the road to be hit head-on by another car.

SOURCE: Hidden Channels of the Mind by Louisa E. Rhine, 1961, p. 127. Account untitled, author's name witheld; title & byline added to aid searching & indexing.

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