Melissa's Place

The Gift

I am a worrier.
Or at least, that’s how the rest of society perceives my very special gift.

They think I unnecessarily fret about circumstances which rarely come about. I’ll tell you what these fortunate people don’t know (and it’s not their fault). I PREVENT these unpleasant circumstances from happening around them because of my gift. I protect them.

For instance, Mark can’t know that if I didn’t make an anxious noise when he drove too close to the car in front of us that we would surely be in an accident. I am saving his life.

Today, my cell phone was in the coffee cup holder of my car. I like to put it there so I can hear it and answer it without turning my head too much if it rings. Mark set his very full cup of coffee next to it. My GIFT allowed me to foresee the unpleasant repercussions of this action, so I intervened by removing my cell phone from the cup holder next to the precariously full coffee cup.

He said, “You’re such a worrier.”
I smiled.
Special gifts like this are seldom understood by muggles.