A Mortal Hex


I really don't know what type of event I am about to describe. Back in 1992 I was wronged by an individual in such a way that caused me a personal financial disaster which took several years to recover. I bought a home from this man. He really put it to me.
A brief synopsis about my personality. I am mostly passive, but can be annoyed to such a state that I will do or say things for which I am later sorry. But I freely admit I am one of the "get even type of guys." Years ago some teenagers stole my tools out of my garage. I sought retribution and was highly satisfied. These tools were special. Many of the hand tools were my grandfathers. Some of which he used to recover from polio.
Back to the event at hand. The miscreant who caused me so much trouble had done so by devious misinformation, lies and absolute falsehoods. One day after about the tenth major frustration I became so enraged, I said out loud, "You son of a bitch. I put a pox on you. You will be dead within a week." I was so focused in what I said. After the words left my mouth I felt a great feeling of relieve, as if a weight had been removed from my chest. I don't claim to have any extraordinary powers. The words just came out.
Less than a week later the daughter of this individual came over to my home, asking if any mail had come in his name to my house (I had bought the house from him). I answered her question. She told me her father had a sudden and unexpected fatal heart attack and passed away. I knew my "pox" had caused his death. It certainly could have been otherwise, but I really don't think so. His daughter told me he had no medical history of any heart problems. He was not overweight. He had no symptoms, no chest pains. He just "dropped dead." I did not disclose the "pox" to her.

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