I’ll start by telling you I don’t believe in psychics, fortune tellers, soothsayers and the rest of the mumbo jumbo crowd. But this is one strange tale that has befuddled me to this very day.
Years ago, I attended a dinner party at a restaurant. Sitting beside me was a man reputed to be a psychic with a loyal following. We didn’t speak to each other. But in the course of dinner, he suddenly told me to expect a call in two weeks from a UK publishing house with regards to a job interview.
There would have been no way this person would have known. I did not tell anyone that I had been sending out my CV.
Exactly 14 days later, I received a call from Hong Kong inviting me to a job interview – a writer’s position in the Singapore bureau office. I was told the editor of the publishing house, with its headquarters in the UK, planned to visit Singapore for the session.
On the scheduled day, I misplaced my belt. That’s right, that strip of leather typically worn around the waist. I searched high and low for it, but I just couldn’t find it. I would feel incomplete without my belt. You can’t go to an interview wearing a shirt, a tie and no belt. Unfortunately, I didn’t have one of those belt-less pants.
Odd as this may sound, I called up Hong Kong to reschedule. I was told it was not possible as the editor was only in town for a day and he planned to interview two others. Under the circumstances, I gave up the opportunity to meet with my interviewer.
So the day didn’t happen, as fate would have it. But the question is, how did this mysterious person whom I met over dinner know? One thing for sure: He may have seen the future, but he could not predict the outcome.
