In Part I, I told you about the connection I share with Wayne. I wrote about a vision I’d had of a rollover while waiting for him one night, and how I later found out he had been involved in a rollover. Or at least involved with a rollover. Here’s another scenario where our connection fired up. But this time it was a physical pain, not a vision, that linked us. The Aching Toe One summer when we lived in Florida I bought Wayne a surfboard. But he met with catastrophe on his maiden voyage. He took his board out … Continue reading →