I learned a long time ago not to assume that someone was crazy just because they told you a story that seemed outrageous or fantastic.
A wonderful man I knew in Sacramento told me about the tattoo on his arm and about a place called Theresienstadt.
Someone else told me about how he was getting harassed by the police and then one day I was there doing his laundry when the police showed up to harass him...and I got handcuffed just for being there.
And etc.
So anymore when someone tells me something ‘crazy’ I take the time to check their story before I make up my mind about it.
The longer I live, the more I see things that are either divinely driven or demon-driven.