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I feel guilty typing this because I owe like a million comments, email responses, compliments, etc. Right now I'm throwing all of it aside because Haley mentioned a dream interpreter in her blog. That got my thoughts churning and I can't stop thinking about a Psychic I saw a few years ago. I'm not sure how you feel about them or if you've ever visited one, but I did it on a whim with a friend and I won't be the same. Some people think they are witches doing the devil's work. I don't think they are witches, nor do I think they are doing the work of God; but I can tell you I think that what they do is a gift. My hubby and I drive past the home of a Psychic every time we visit his family and we've been tempted to stop so many times. Maybe we'll actually do it some time soon. Who knows.

Here's my story:

My friend Mick and I had been hanging out alot since we coincidentally got dumped within a few weeks of each other. One night we were tired of moping around and watching TV so we decided to go get some food and find some fun. After dinner we were driving around and passed a sign for a Psychic. Neither of us had ever visited one and thought it would be cool so we pulled into the driveway of an ugly green house and in we went. We were greeted by a guy whom I assume was her husband and told to have a seat in a little waiting area outside of their living room. He went to another room where he was watching TV and we sat and ate every peanut M & M provided in the little glass dish on the coffee table.

We could hear a woman and man talking but we were far enough away that we couldn't make out their words. Then we heard the man crying. Sobbing out loud. At that moment my friend and I looked at each other and realized that some people really take this shiz seriously and maybe this isn't something we should do as a joke. We felt bad for the man. I was thinking about how the Psychic must see so many desperate people looking for answers, for closure, for anything to give them hope that life will be better. We didn't need help or advice, we were just looking for something to do on a Saturday night. We decided to stay and go through with it even though the crying man scared us a little. Besides, we felt like we owed her since we mowed through ALL of her peanut M & M's.

Finally it was our time. I remember being a little nervous and having butterflies in my stomach and couldn't believe I was taking this crap seriously. We each paid her our $50 and went into the reading room. Mick decided to go first and he said he felt comfortable if I stayed in the room with him. At this point, we were chuckling and making faces back and forth because she was so serious and we were a little nervous about the whole thing. Before I continue, I want to mention that we made a pact in the waiting room that we wouldn't reveal anything about us that we thought could be useful to her reading.
For example:
Psychic: "you have someone close to you . . . I'm seeing the letter M."
Me: "hmmm. oh, I know! My great-grandmother's name is Mary. It's probably my Great-Grandma. She died before I was born."
Psychic: "Yes, but she is your guardian angel. She watches over you."
Junk. Garbage. Jibberish. We were hoping for something more realistic that the crappy commercial for Miss Cleo. Remember that crazy bitch?

Anywho, back to the story. His reading began. The Psychic told him he is closer to his mother than his father. True. His dad skipped out on him and his sister when they were little kids. She told him she can see he's active in the community and enjoys children. True. He worked as a basketball coach for a Junior High boys team. She said he would be recognized in the paper for his accomplishments. True. Three weeks after our visit, Mick died in an automobile accident. He wasn't wearing his seat belt and was thrown out of the back window of the car. He broke his neck when he was ejected and died instantly. There were many write-ups about Mick in the local papers recognizing him for his coaching accomplishments and contributions to the community. They even made a Mick Rosiek Award at St. Mary's. His basketball team wore their jerseys to his calling hours. It was so sad. The Accident

I always wonder if the Psychic knew he was going to die. Would you want to know you when you will die? I know I don't. Was this all just a strange coincidence? I don't think so because my reading came true too.

The Psychic told me that I am friendly and kind, but I struggle with relationships. At the time, very true. She said she could see me with a love interest on a beach. He had light hair. Riiiiight. My "type" was tall, dark and handsome. Black hair. Dark brown eyes. Atleast 6 feet tall. Four years after the reading, Tanner proposed to me while we were vacationing in Myrtle Beach as we were walking along the ocean. His hair was sandy blonde, he can't hold a tan to save his life, and he stands at 5'6". Not my "type" but turned out to be the love of my life. I can honestly say I NEVER thought about the reading when I met my husband. After we were engaged, I remembered it and shared it with him. There were a couple of other little things, but again, is it all just coincidence? Did my sub-conscious master a plan based on what I had heard years ago? Can our brains do that? I don't know.

I don't know if psychics are real. I think some probably are, but I would doubt the majority of psychics out there truly have an ability to read a person. I'm undecided on whether or not I want to revisit the Psychic lady. Even though the reading gives you generalizations about your life, do I want to know? Atleast she kept the news positive. That was a plus. It's always nice to hear that sweet things in life will happen . . . even if tragedy lies underneath. I do have to admit it was a really cool experience and every time I drive past the Psychic lady I want to go in for a reading. Even if it is all b.s. it made me feel good and it gave me hope that my life was going to turn out ok. Now that I'm older I know life is going to turn out ok no matter what but some people don't know that and need that reassurance.

I guess it's kind of like knowing where your Christmas presents are hidden and debating whether or not to look at them. You decide to look and you find them, but they are already wrapped. You can see the shapes of the boxes, you just can't see the details of the gift.