No one seemed too know who this was so I just moved on. Finished the demonstration, the audience clapped, one or two of them thanked me - the usual stuff.
Then on Sunday.
I was sat at my table waiting for the next person to come for a private reading when a lady approached. I recognised her as one of the people who had been in the audience the day before.
"May I talk to you for a minute"
I, of course, said certainly and asked her what I could do for her?
She went on to explain "yesterday when that young man came through I didn't think it was for me so I didn't say anything"
"OK go on"
"But when I got home last night I had a phone call from a friend of mine who's son was buried a year ago yesterday. He died because he fell down a lift shaft. My friend was going to take her own life she needed to know he was alright. I was able to tell her he'd come through earlier that day, and indeed he said he was alright"
This ladies' son saved her life.
I just cried. I'm so incredibly grateful to be allowed to do this.