People of Unsound Minds are Greatly Attracted To Me

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This has happened all of my life. It began at the age of five, I was standing outside of Church and a lady told me not to stand in the way of way the Mother of God. I hopped this way and that way as per her instructions and then my big sister grabbed my hand and told me not to talk to people who were crackers. That was when the gene kicked in. I grew up into a very nervous little girl, then young lady who attracted these people. Then I went to college in London and did this stop? No. If there was a crazy on the tube, or a bus, or on a plane - it could be anywhere and you could stake your life that they made straight for me. Smiling and with outstretched arms to try and hug me. It did not matter what country I was in they would zoom into me like a homing pigeon. No one hurt me as they all loved me. Adored me. Wanted to touch me with unwashed hands. So I married and set out in a an adventure in a new country to grow bananas and I stupidly thought that this would now change. It didn't. It got worse and was a great source of amusement to husband and children as they all came up to the house seeking me. I learnt to hide very quickly but they would wait for me to come out. Patiently. And it was hot locked up in the house so I had to open the doors and windows. My children have grown up accepting this as a way of life as none of them has ever threatened or hurt me. Their friends are a bit perplexed when they see them ambling towards me in our nearest town and I then call them by their names. There was Ribsy who would stand on the road near to the house and curse my husband for marrying me and then poor Speerie who swore undying love for me. I was not at all flattered because they were all a tree short of a forest. I mean no disrespect but they were all a picnic short of a sandwich or as thick as a 2 X 4. I was just so grateful that I had not passed the gene on to my children. Then yesterday evening I received a call from my daughter She had just got her hair done at a beauty salon and ws in town. Mummy - there is a mad man lying down on the top of my car! (we say it klike it is out here in J.A.) Well, tell him to get off. I have but he won't move. Any police around? No. You have to come NOW! O.K. Open you car and get inside and lock yourself in. I am on my way! I sped off and reached there in about 5 mins. Mother to the rescue! And what do I find? She was not in the car but was standing there talking to him and he was looking at her in a most loving fashion. OH MUMMY, SHE SAID. YOU NEEDN'T HAVE COME. I DON'T NEED RESCUING. HE SAYS HE LOVES ME AND WOULD NEVER HARM ME. I kept my mouth firmly shout and had the good sense not to say what I was thinking. The daughter does carry the gene but it has just raised its head and is now active in her body! Well, I consoled myself as I returned to my office. At least her life will not be dull and boring. So tell me, do you have encounters with people of unsound mind in your country or community?