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Quote Originally Posted by Arthur Little View Post
Let's not "knock it", folks! I'd like to acquaint the "doubters" with an experience I had in my formative years.

At Primary School, a black-haired, dark-skinned female classmate "predicted" I would die when I was ten years old. In the [evidently mistaken] belief that I was a healthy lad, I laughed it off. Shortly afterwards, I was rushed to hospital by ambulance. Turned out I'd a ruptured appendix ... and had to undergo emergency surgery outwith normal operating hours. Just as well, because my parents were informed it been "touch and go". This was in November 1954 ... when peritonitis was potentially lethal! I then had to have a "drain" inserted to clear the poison from my system ... added to which, I received twice-daily injections of penicillin in my before being allowed home.

I've never forgotten that episode in my life ... when I very nearly died!
On the other hand ... later in life, I had occasion to visit a gypsy fortune teller in her caravan at the Fife seaside resort of Burntisland.

Crossing my palm with silver, and gazing into her crystal ball [as is the archetypal soothsayer's wont] ... she proceeded to inform me that I'd have 3 kids - each of whom, would (as SHE put it) "do me proud" - and go to Canada.

Well, in the event, I have only TWO children ( that I KNOW of, anyway!! :lol2 and ... yes, they're BOTH a source of pride. And, I also went to Canada [or, at least, crossed the Canadian Border]. But only fleetingly - on a whistle-stop, tour of Vancouver - whilst on a five weeks' holiday in the US, after I was widowed.

So I suppose, strictly speaking, it could be argued that the dear lady was two-thirds correct in her predictions!!