Early last summer I made a new friend, a single mom who lives in the East Bay. We met online and for a long time our friendship was entirely based on email. We kept trying to meet up, but for whatever reason, we never could get our schedules to work out. We continued emailing throughout the summer and, later, when I was diagnosed with cancer, our friendship developed in a very wonderful way.

Her emails became so supportive and positive. We didn’t write frequently, but when her emails did arrive, I was always surprised at how tuned in she was to exactly where my head was at. I liked her. And our friendship has continued to this day. We did finally meet face to face a couple of months ago. Though our schedules are nuts, we try to see each other when we can.

During one of our first face to face meetings, she asked me what I thought about psychics. I told her I didn’t think much about them. That was the end of that particular conversation. At least until last night when I received this email from her.

So, I have gone to this psychic I found out about through a friend a few times. She knows nothing about me, but my first name....no phone number, no address, no last name...nothing. I'm not one to believe what just anyone says and I like to think I keep my head about things. It takes something pretty extraordinary to make me a believer, So, the first time I went to see her, I sat down and she looked at me and said, "M----- and you are going to divorce. You are not happy, but you will be. He loves you very much but has been holding you back and is very depressed and mentally unstable and is going to stop going to work." My ex husband's name is M-----, he has been on several anti-depressants and medications since we separated and I recently found out that he skipped out on at least 4 months of work, and no I never told him about what she said. She told me many more details that I won't go into here, but details no one would have known. It was a bit of a whoa moment and although it might sound sad, it gave me the strength to know that I was doing the right thing by leaving. Granted, my mind was already made up to leave and this encounter didn't necessarily influence that decision, it felt like a sign that was telling me, it's ok to do this, you have every right.
Fast forward to the middle of last year. I was getting close to a year since I made my move, settled in a bit in my new life, had an interesting and necessary rebound relationship which ended on good terms and was finally standing on my own and ready to see what was coming next. It seemed like the perfect time to look up that psychic once again, so I thought, why not?
She told me many things again that blew my mind...you can call them coincidences, or whatever other explanations one could come up with, but I still like to think life has a little magic to it when you least expect it....and one thing that she said now stands out and I thought I would share it....
"You will soon meet a man and not long after he will discover that he has a tumor. He will go through surgery and treatments to remove this, and during this time you will become close friends. I want you to know, he will be ok and make it through just fine."

Now I have to admit, that when I read that, it actually gave me a little comfort. I still don’t believe in psychics, but I can’t deny that that story is pretty amazing. What do you think?