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explained to me with a bubbling enthusiasm. His eagerness to do his job was a joy to behold.
Next time the chimney was to be cleaned again, he came. Although he was the same person, I met an entirely different man at the door. Without thinking or hesitating, I asked, " What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing," he answered, not wanting to tell a stranger his life story.
Using his name, I told him there was something about me he didn't know. Proceeding, without pausing, I told him I was a psychic.
Looking at me in disbelief, he told me he did not believe in that stuff.
I told him I understood, but I reiterated that if he would listen to me for a second I might be able to help him.
He stood there staring at me as if I was some kind of heinous thing, but I took that as an affirmation that I should continue and I did. Next, I told him about the heart condition he thought he had.
"How did you know that," he asked?
"Well sir, I just told you that I am a psychic."
He told me that he had a heart attack a few months earlier and that he wanted to sell his business. His profession now frightened him and he wanted out.
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