When I was little someone told me that only the devil could tell the future. Anyone who claimed to be a fortuneteller, anyone who seemed to know things before they happened, were that of the devil. I wondered if I would go to hell because I always knew things before they actually happened. My mother said that she didn’t know of such a verse and she said I was just lucky: She said I had a lucky "gift" of knowing possibilities and knowing truths before they materialized. It never felt lucky: it felt like rocks in the pit of my stomach dragging me closer to hellfire. I could ask myself is this really going to happen? And I would always know the answer. I felt guilty for having the gift of knowing.