You’re on a long flight, and a palm reader sitting next to you insists she reads your palm. You hesitate, but agree. What does she tell you?

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I don’t know what a palm reader would tell me, but I saw a psychic once years ago when I was still single. He told me that what I did for a living didn’t matter because that wasn’t important to me. I think that’s true because I always wanted to be a stay-at-home Mom. He then told me I would make a great nurse or a teacher because I have a “healing” vibration. At the time I thought that was a little weird because I couldn’t stand needles or the sight of blood. Who knew I’d grow up to be the Mother of two Type 1 Diabetic kids and a Diabetic cat and giving shots and seeing blood would be part of my life on a daily basis? I’ve been told in the past that I am fairly good at training so I guess that fits the teacher prediction. The psychic also told me that I’d live in a house with a white picket fence. Well, no white fences here. We do have a very small section of a picket fence in the side yard, but that’s painted gray. I guess that’s close enough. When I asked the psychic about my love life, he told me my husband would just be an average guy. I guess you can’t get any more average guy than a trucker. Hubby may be average, but he’s MY guy.

Looking at my hands, I see my Mother. My hands look just like hers did. I do have a very long life line, and my Grandmother lived until age 98. Perhaps a long life is ahead of me. Who knows?