I went on a pleasant morning of June of 2012 to a laboratory for a routine blood analysis. However, I had a frightening premonition when I entered the laboratory: my intuition warned me that Satan was around. I sat down next to the exit door, a man with a weird aspect and erratic movements was seated close to the receptionist’s window, and a menacing silence permeated the laboratory, because people realized an imminent threat.
I was initially compassionate towards a potential mental patient, but I grew in apprehension as I glanced him. The unrestrained patient’s eyes were deeply engaging and vividly menacing, whereas unrestrained mental patients are generally withdrawn and avoid eye contact. Should I approach or avoid the patient? I followed my intuition advising caution and restrain.
Meanwhile, he stood up, and briefly lamented his health condition to the receptionist: “I’m a college graduate who had practiced fly fishing … but now I’m doomed.” Then he entered a cubicle and dialogued with the phlebotomist. I was attentive because I knew he would shortly pass by me. I overheard the patient say that he had participated in a satanic cult which had ruined him, and told horror stories to the phlebotomist, but I could not register.
He instantaneously gazed at me when he was leaving the laboratory, and though I feared an assault I veiled my insecurity till the patient left the laboratory and everybody sighed in relief. Afterwards the terrified phlebotomist asked me if I was going to scare her too. Don’t fear me because I am a man of peace, I replied!