A lady called a nightly radio show and told me there was a lamppost on her street that opened and closed whenever she wanted.
“In front of my bedroom window,” he added, “so when I go to bed I lean out so that the light won’t bother me, and I say, ‘Lamp, turn it off,’ and the lamp goes out. On Saturdays, I usually wake up around two in the morning to see if my son, who’s starting to go out for the night, is back. If I see it’s not, I’ll look out the window and say, “Light the lamp, turn it on” because I don’t like it when it’s spinning in the street in the dark that much.”
-Is the street lamp on? the speaker asked.
“It’s on fire,” the woman replied.
But this superpower, far from making the woman’s life happy, made her suffer, as she explained to the insomniac audience, because it was the only power she had. To control the movements of a lamppost, she thought, she must also have the ability to levitate or move objects with her mind. But no: his only paranormal achievement was the one that was starting to look weak to him.
The female announcer tried to cheer him up. You can’t have everything in life, but the woman didn’t stop complaining to God or the person who gave her that grace that seemed so wonderful at first, and now she was almost starting to be ridiculed.
Where am I going with this talent?
Some radio listeners also telephoned to congratulate the woman, who finally seemed a little more animated. This happened last Saturday around four o’clock in the morning. Before sending him off, the announcer asked if his son had gone out that night.
“Yes,” he replied, “but he hasn’t returned yet.”
-Then order the streetlight to come on.
– That’s what I would do.
The woman leaned out the window and we heard her shout, “Light pole, light it up”.
Surprisingly, the streetlight in front of my window, which had been out for months, came on.