Nothing Is Impossible
In late October of 2000, I had reason to believe that I was an innocent man being accused of a crime he didn't commit. I would say aloud, "I'm not the one! I'm not the one! I'm not the one!" Shortly thereafter, and in reality, I had reason to believe that I had an inheritance. I thought it was fifty thousand dollars or more and that someone was trying to steal it. I began to say aloud, "I'm the one! I'm the one! I'm the one!"

Taking the events that were happening around me, I began telling stories in the evenings that were based on the reality surrounding me and always with the last key part of the story being the last thing I would come to know. The stories would weave beautiful tales, told in reality, that would defeat my adversaries "The Adversaries of Life."

One day I sat down and thought about this. How the last key part of the story would come, out of place in time, to conveniently and beautifully complete the stories, and I thought to myself, "What beautiful stories." Just then, I stood up and said under my breath, "What an amazing coincidence" and looking up into the air, I said aloud, "Hmm, — I couldn't have planned it better myself" then I walked away and thought of it no more, for the forty-days had just begun.