The voice I heard in my head was my own, but it was some deeper part of me. It was calmly telling me something I needed to know.
“I’m going to marry that woman,” the voice said. And then my startled conscious self whispered the words back, as though I was in a trance for a moment.
I had never seen the woman before until that moment that I saw a photo of her. In time, we did fall in love, but we haven’t married. Not yet. Maybe my gut was wrong that day.
I have no idea how my gut knows things. I grew up accepting that my instincts told me things I could trust. For years, I assumed everybody was the same way.
My instincts are mostly about people, which helped in politics.
The first time I met Steve was at his office. He was going to run for state Senate and an intermediary had set up this meeting to see whether I might consult for his campaign.
I’ll never forget what I felt when I looked into his eyes that day.