Amy Lynn Bradley is a female missing from a cruise ship. Dr. Frank McClain was my Sociology professor at Los Angeles Trade Tech Community College. I made an attempt to call priests, police officers to have a discussion on why spiritual gifted people are frown upon when giving information. Dr. McClain filmed my class project and so did I. My classmates couldn’t comprehend why the authorities would not believe the spiritually gifted person. The students were baffled by why the reward money was not what the spiritual gifted person wanted. The priest and police personnel never answer my letter. They didn’t come to my project. My classmates were questioning a pencil drawing that I brought in. It was a total failure. At least, I made an attempt to share my knowledge. I didn’t want the $68,000 that America’s Most Wanted TV show was broadcasting.
Can you forgive me, Amy Lynn Bradley? I handled this whole situation terribly. As my body temperature started to rise I saw the suspenseful saga on America’s Most Wanted TV my spiritual gifts were out of control– pyrokinesis. It was an extreme crisis. I knew what happened; how I can relay to FBI Agent Brad Bryant this thesis? I had to call. I made myself stand tall. It was nothing or all. I spoke to FBI Agent Bryant. My hands were burning; I needed to be under a fire hydrant.
While I was At Trade Tech College, I used the public telephone. Agent Bryant and I were conversing as my heart rode the cyclone. How could I tell? How could I tell? I felt so alone. I never got to chance to see FBI. agent. I knew what I had to say was urgent. Forgive me, Mrs. and Mr Bradley. I know what happened to your daughter Amy Lynn Bradley. Like a blood hound, I scent your daughter’s blood type A. Listen, America’s Most Wanted and FBI: I don’t desire any rewards, no way!
I clairaudiently heard the empty can drums play. Don’t go; please stay. The man responsible had gone far away. Don’t look in the water, don’t look in the water: That’s a clue, I say. He has blood type B. Check his right hand; check his right hand–the missing finger you’ll see. I’m not lying. I’m not lying. Can you not see I’m trying? I don’t want anyone to know I’m crying. Please forgive me, Amy Lynn Bradley for not bring you home to your family.
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