Message:
Part 1
Good afternoon. I’d like to ask for your help in finding someone.
I saw you on Threads, and thought — if I share my story in your book, it might actually be interesting.
So. Three weeks ago, I was walking through Central Park with my cat.
That day, a little girl, maybe six, and her mom were also nearby.
At some point, the girl started playing with my cat — and then out of nowhere she goes:
“You know, you need to take your cat to the doctor. He’s got something glowing red right here, by his front left paw. He might die in two weeks.”
And then she looks at me and adds:
“And you need to go to the doctor too. You’ve got something red right here.” — pointing straight at my heart.
Her mom didn’t flinch. She just looked at my cat, then looked me straight in the eye, and said:
“This started a year ago, when my husband left us. He said we ruined his life, that nothing was interesting anymore. He said Kate talks too much. She had just started telling people things. That day he threw all our stuff out, then filed for divorce.
Kate didn’t sleep for almost a week. She started hallucinating. We ended up in the hospital, and that’s where she began pointing out people’s real pains. And often — she was right. Doctors got spooked, so they discharged us as fast as they could.
We landed on the street with no money. He never answered our calls. Through friends, we found a place to stay. I’m still paying off debts, but at least I have a job now, and we’re slowly getting back on our feet.
I’ve fully accepted her gift, however strange it may seem. And maybe what Kate told you scared you — but we never know who the Universe, or God, will use to send us a message.
Sorry if we startled you. Just check yourself, if you can.”
Then that little princess shook my hand, politely said goodbye, and they walked off.
I was so stunned, I didn’t even ask for their contacts.
The next day I went to the vet. My cat was diagnosed with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.
HYPERTROPHIC CARDIOMYOPATHY! At a very early stage.
Of course, I got myself checked too. And guess what? Thoracic aortic aneurysm. 3 cm. Two more, and I would’ve been on the operating table.
Thank God they found it early and we can both still be cured!!
For me, it's a miracle, I swear!
A bit of context: I’m 33.Male. Self-made millionaire. Built my money through trading and real estate.
My dad left me and my mom when I was three. She worked herself to the bone, gave me everything, made sure I had an education, and above all, love. I admired her deeply.
Raising a child alone — that’s a titan’s job. I once promised myself that when I got rich, I’d help a woman raising a kid on her own. Start a fund, or something.
Part 1
Good afternoon. I’d like to ask for your help in finding someone.
I saw you on Threads, and thought — if I share my story in your book, it might actually be interesting.
So. Three weeks ago, I was walking through Central Park with my cat.
That day, a little girl, maybe six, and her mom were also nearby.
At some point, the girl started playing with my cat — and then out of nowhere she goes:
“You know, you need to take your cat to the doctor. He’s got something glowing red right here, by his front left paw. He might die in two weeks.”
And then she looks at me and adds:
“And you need to go to the doctor too. You’ve got something red right here.” — pointing straight at my heart.
Her mom didn’t flinch. She just looked at my cat, then looked me straight in the eye, and said:
“This started a year ago, when my husband left us. He said we ruined his life, that nothing was interesting anymore. He said Kate talks too much. She had just started telling people things. That day he threw all our stuff out, then filed for divorce.
Kate didn’t sleep for almost a week. She started hallucinating. We ended up in the hospital, and that’s where she began pointing out people’s real pains. And often — she was right. Doctors got spooked, so they discharged us as fast as they could.
We landed on the street with no money. He never answered our calls. Through friends, we found a place to stay. I’m still paying off debts, but at least I have a job now, and we’re slowly getting back on our feet.
I’ve fully accepted her gift, however strange it may seem. And maybe what Kate told you scared you — but we never know who the Universe, or God, will use to send us a message.
Sorry if we startled you. Just check yourself, if you can.”
Then that little princess shook my hand, politely said goodbye, and they walked off.
I was so stunned, I didn’t even ask for their contacts.
The next day I went to the vet. My cat was diagnosed with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.
HYPERTROPHIC CARDIOMYOPATHY! At a very early stage.
Of course, I got myself checked too. And guess what? Thoracic aortic aneurysm. 3 cm. Two more, and I would’ve been on the operating table.
Thank God they found it early and we can both still be cured!!
For me, it's a miracle, I swear!
A bit of context: I’m 33.Male. Self-made millionaire. Built my money through trading and real estate.
My dad left me and my mom when I was three. She worked herself to the bone, gave me everything, made sure I had an education, and above all, love. I admired her deeply.
Raising a child alone — that’s a titan’s job. I once promised myself that when I got rich, I’d help a woman raising a kid on her own. Start a fund, or something.