I stared at myself in the mirror, not breaking eye contact, as the fingertips on the right hand I was holding up got closer and closer to the touching the surface.
I could take away the pain of others with just a touch. I held my breath in anticipation in hopes that I could trick my "gift" into taking away my own pain. Well, my own pain and the pain of all the others that I was still carrying around with me.
Maybe mirror image contact could serve as my way to reset myself ... to wipe my disk clean so I'd be fresh to start again.
Since discovering my power, I had set about testing it one way or the other. This was no different.
I had learned I had to be making eye contact as well as the tactile contact for the exchange to happen.
I had learned I had to have been exposed to the tale of at least some of the heartache and woe immediately before touching the person.
I had learned that multiple events back to back in a short period of time would put me in the hospital.
I had learned that the energy that was involved in what I did could be dangerous if the person I touched was also touching someone else.
I had learned that the memories I absorbed could be altered if the person was inebriated or heavily drugged.
And there in the rest stop, with Mattie and Gator waiting for me out in the car, I learned that it was a mistake to try to come into contact with myself in a mirror.
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