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My Super Healing Powers

I did not realise until I began teaching what an AMAZING gift I have.

Did you realise I can cure any and all 'boo boos' with a simple kiss-hand-touch-ailment trick?

If I had known I had such a powerful gift, I most CERTAINLY would have exploited it earlier.

It seems to be children who are alway more perceptive to those with special abilities. I mean, they're the ones that see ghosts and 'dead people'.

They certainly have a way of exposing us.

I'll never forget the first time I discovered what I was capable of. It was in a classroom, probably within the first month of me being here, and a small little kindy came up to me.

She had a tortured look on her face, one that made me second guess whether or not I should have asked them one more time to 'REPEAT AFTER ME'.

Then, she stuck her forefinger right in my face. To show me *gasp* what most people would say was the tiniest cut known to man.

But not me. Not the super healer. I suddenly realised SOMETHING must be done. And so, I reacted as anyone would seeing the life threatening wound, took my own hand, KISSED IT and placed it upon the poor little girl's gash.

Suddenly, she looked up at me. Peace had come across her face. She had been saved. She would not bleed to death. She would not succumb to infection. She would not die.

SHE WOULD LIVE.

All because of me.

She smiled up at me, amazed at my abilities and left with a perma smile that showed she KNEW she was among greatness.

So to this day, I continue bestow my powers on little children at school. And each time I come down with the mighty poweful kiss-hand-touch-aliment, they are overjoyed.

Ya, teaching is just my cover you see. How else could I get so close to the little people and their deadly wounds?

Comments

kimbirdy said…
if you ever get a chance to read or pick up this children's book you might enjoy it...:)
http://www.amazon.com/Kissing-Hand-Audrey-Penn/dp/0878685855

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