Two months later: March 30, 1981
A loud thought woke me from my deep sleep: Write down what Dr. Sinha told you about President Reagan. The clock on my nightstand read 4 a.m. on the dot.
For a few minutes, I debated if I should get up but then decided to go back to sleep because I knew later in the day I had to drive to Pretty Prairie, Kansas, to attend a funeral.
The next time I was aware of time was when I checked my wristwatch as I turned from Interstate 54 to Kansas Highway 17 on my way to the funeral. It was exactly 1:30 in the afternoon. At that moment, I became aware that in my mind I was dictating to DeAnn Corbin, my assistant, what Sinha told me about the assassination attempt on President Reagan: “It will be like the leap of a dragon,” I caught myself saying.
It was almost 3 p.m. when I walked out of the United Methodist Church after Mr. Kelmet Holmes’ funeral. He was the father of Ken Holmes, my roommate and business partner for several years after I came to the United States. Ken and I were also best man for each other at our weddings. He’s like my brother, my family.
Outside, Bonnie Jo, Ken’s wife, was listening to the radio in her car. “Someone shot the President!” she exclaimed as she waved for me to join her. I was dumbstruck; an assassination attempt had been made on President Reagan’s life, just as Sinha predicted back in January.
This was not just news for me. I was stunned. My perception of reality had been shattered. A new dimension had opened, and I did not know what to do with it.
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