The charlatan claimed to be able to read the bumps and dents on my skull.
He massaged and prodded, poked and stroked, then told me I was kind and stubborn, and just a little too sensitive.
What would he tell me if he could read the scars on my heart?
Candace Kubinec wrote this story.
Such a powerful story!
Excellent story! SO true :)
Well done
JT
Please excuse the misspelling of skull. I’m deficient in proofreading.