On September 10th, 2001, I was a freshman in high school and I was sitting in history class as my teacher talked about a man I had never heard of before: Nostradamus. Apparently this man had made some very accurate predictions, prophesizing the coming of two of the three anti-Christs, Napoleon and Hitler. The third had not been seen yet. Our teacher read us the following:

Out of the country of Greater Arabia
Shall be born a strong master of Mohammed...
He will enter Europe wearing a blue turban.
He will be the terror of mankind.
Never more horror
n the year 1999 and seven months
From the sky will come the great King of Terror.
He will bring back to life the King of the Mongols;
Before and after war reigns.
The sky will burn at forty-five degrees.
Fire approaches the great new city.
By fire he will destroy their city,
A cold and cruel heart,
Blood will pour,
Mercy to none.

The next morning, on September 11th, before the attacks happened, our teacher wrapped up the lesson by saying that there was no need to worry because many of Nostradamus' predictions remained unfulfilled and that we should always question anything we hear. No more than two minutes after he said this, I kid you not, an announcement came over the PA system. The World Trade Center had been victim to a terrorist attack. Creepy, huh?