I’ve told a similar story in the past, but I can’t find it in my last year’s archive, so I’m guessing you’ll not remember it. Here goes:
When I was a child, I wished that I had a super power. Something wonderful that would make a huge difference to other people, and I could help them with my special gift of telepathy or invisibility or teleportation – or something. As much as I wished, I knew in my head that it wasn’t ever going to happen, because life’s not like that. Magic powers are the stuff of comic books and fantasy, and nothing more.
As I got older, I began to realise that I’d been searching in the wrong places for the magic. Someone was not going to bestow the super power upon me in a dramatic scene worthy of a cinema film, rather that it would slowly grow and blossom within me over time.
Of course I could not fly, or spin webs from my wrists, or speak to angels – but I do get a wonderful sense of joy and satisfaction when the magic works.
It took me a long time to realise that my special talent is people. I can read them. Not in some weird fortune-teller way – ‘cross my palm with silver, luvvie’ ; no – I just seem to know how to work with people to get the best from them. Something is at work that I cannot understand. All I have to do is be there, observing them and interacting with them and they respond in a positive way, whether child or adult. I think about what people say and do, I notice subtle changes in body language and expression, and I seem to do it without thinking about it – but it works. I have noticed a dramatic change in people within a very short time of talking to them. I know it isn’t really magic, but it feels like it sometimes!
Today was a good example. A bunch of people who so far had been learning a lot of theoretic background and activities that they then had to put together into a practical situation and were struggling with it. They were full of self-doubt, they were nervous and it was spreading rapidly from one person to another. I could tell the panic was spiralling out of control. The more they talked about it, the worse they made eachother feel. So I intervened. All I did was get them to see something in a different way, and gave them a relevant example in a positive, confident way, and got them to believe they could achieve it too.
But it worked. They tried it, and eventually left smiling, having enjoyed the day.
I do have Magic Powers. You just can’t see them.