As I grew older and less mature, I realized this "gift" could be used to benefit me also.. I misused it.. I could look at people, see their weakness or soft spot and use it to benefit me..
I am not nor have I ever been an above normal looking man.. I could go out to bars, find a lady who was down, talk to her five minutes watching her eyes the entire time.. Within that five minutes I could be everything or almost everything that woman needed at or was looking for at that moment.. It got me what I was looking for at that particular time, yet it would add to their pain.. This I am not proud of.. This is where the curse came in.. The more I matured I became, the more guilt I felt.. The more guilt I felt the worse I hated me.. I got where I could look evil straight in the eye and not flinch, because I was becoming that same evil..
At the age of 30 I got into church and got back to what my granny had taught me about misuse of my Gift and the religious aspects of it.. I will not touch