A former co-worker’s son has this gift. I met him one time for less than a minute when he was in high school and was emptying trash-cans at the office one Saturday. Six years later I was in a Home Depot in a different city and a young guy called out my name. I had no clue who he was until he introduced himself.
Later I told his mom about it and she said he never forgets a face.
The priest of a village in rural France advertises for a new bell ringer to replace the guy who retired.
The first day, an applicant shows up who has no arms. The priest says, "I'm sorry, but I don't see how you can do this job".
The job-seeker says, "Just watch," and he strikes the bell with his forehead.
But the sound is nowhere near loud enough, and the priest tells him so.
He says, "Wait, let me try again," and he leaps at the bell with all his might, making a much louder noise with his forehead.
The priest says, "That's impressive, but I'm afraid it still isn't loud enough".
The guy says, "Wait! Please, give me one more chance." He backs up all the way to one edge of the bell tower, takes a running start, and throws his entire body at the bell, face first. Unfortunately, he misses the bell and goes sailing out over the other edge of the tower, rolls down the roof, and winds up seriously injured on the ground.
After the ambulance leaves with him, the gendarme asks the priest, "Do you know this guy's name?"
The priest answers, "No, but his face sure rang a bell".
PART II:
The exact same thing happens the 2nd day, with yet another armless applicant. Only this time, the fall kills the poor guy.
The gendarme questions the priest: "I don't suppose you know who this guy is, either?"
The priest says: "No, but he sure was a dead ringer for the first guy".