At the beginning of 1991, I embarked on a new career- the high-stakes game called commodity futures trading. Simply put, this involves buying contracts on commodities (like corn, soybeans, gold, or oil) for future delivery at, hopefully, a higher price. I specialized in grains, where one contract was five thousand bushels.
I had positions in several grains, but my largest was corn, in which I had five hundred thousand bushels. A price change of one cent resulted in a profit or loss of five thousand dollars. After five years I had turned five hundreds dollars into three hundred thousand dollars.
That’s the background; now here’s the story. It was the weekend and I was spending it at home with Shirley, my extremely psychic girlfriend. Both my parents have passed over, but occasionally they “drop in” and give Shirley a message to pass on to me.
One of these message came on a night that I had gone to bed early and left Shirley to spend the night watching television. The following morning , she told me she had been talking to my dad. He had said, “Tell Dave forty-seven,” and pointed to the wall. There was a red “47” on the wall. I tried to figure it out.
I reasoned that since I was dealing in large amounts of money, and since the “47” was red , it had to mean a loss. I was going to hit a wall and lose money. But what about the “47”? Could it be the fourth day of the seventh month? No -that was Independence Day, and the markets were closed. Could it be the seventh day of the fourth month, or maybe forty-seven days?
I counted the days off on the calendar. The forty-seventh day was April 16- my dad’s birthday. Too much of a coincidence, I Thought, and ruled it out. It had to be April 7- the seventh day of the fourth month. But that day came and went, and nothing unusual happened.
On April 16, the forty-seventh day, the price of corn dropped like the proverbial rock. There were no buyers and the price of corn fell twelve cents, as did the other grains.
The next day the price dropped another eight cents before I could get out.I was wiped out. Everything I had made over the past five years this is just one of the many episodes that prove for me that life does not end with death.
David E. Irving
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada