I flew to Thailand to see a palm reader whom was known to be very accurate with her readings.
My good friend Kal went to Bangkok to visit his local buddies and was taken to see a palm reader named Dr Khim. Kal didn’t have anything he wanted to ask. He wasn’t even superstitious to begin with. But the first thing she said to him already changed his mind about fortune telling.
“You are a smart guy. You got accepted for PhD but you didn’t finish,” Dr Khim said to Kal.
It wasn’t something like “you have a stressful job,” or “if you don’t treat your partner right it’s gonna hurt your relationship” that kind of generic comments. What she said was very specific.
Kal was indeed a PhD dropout.
How often does a fortune teller run into a client that drops out of PhD? Right? The fact that she could see that made me decide I had to pay her a visit.
I wasn’t happy at my job
I enjoyed what I did as a marketing manager of a global brand, but my boss was horrible. I don’t want to go into detail. All I can say is that the team had actual nightmares about her for she was ridiculously mean to everyone.
For my own health and happiness, I went to Dr Khim in hope that she would tell me there were better opportunities waiting for me out there so I could quit my job.
Her home office was a 45-minute drive from the heart of Bangkok. Its setup was like a small, basic clinic with nothing spooky.
My appointment was at 6pm, but I didn’t get to see her until 7pm as her previous appointments went on longer than expected.
The palm reading process
We had total privacy as the session happened behind close doors.
Dr Khim was a gentle looking lady in her 50s. She sat across the desk from me, told me to write down my name and year and month of birth, then asked me to put my hands on the desk so she could read my palms.
She started by talking about my childhood, my relationships with each member of the family, and my strengths and weaknesses. She could even tell that I was working for an international company and making a good living.
I was impressed but not blown away. Any fortune teller who was reasonably good should be able to see things that had happened for they were already set in stone. That was my belief.
When she talked about my career, she said, “In three months, you will have a new job that requires you to either travel a lot, or have you relocated. Are you already talking to someone about something like this?”
“A colleague did say that she will recommend me for a position in Europe two weeks ago,” now we are talking! I’d never told anyone about this opportunity, not even to my boyfriend.
“Maybe this is it. If not, there will be something else. Just give it three months.”
In the 45-minute session, I barely asked any question for Dr Khim already covered more than what I wanted to know. She even vividly described this man I was destined to be with, and where about I would end up when I grew old.
I got hired!
I never heard anything back from the colleague who told me about the opportunity in Europe, but something else came up.
A recruiter found me on LinkedIn and arranged for me to talk to a couple of people in another global company. After two interviews, I was offered to be their head of marketing for Asia Pacific.
When I started this new role, it was four months after I returned from Thailand.
The job required me to travel a lot more than I used to. After one year, I was offered a position in Shanghai to be in a part of a bigger marketing team.
It wasn’t exactly three months when I got the job, but it happened. I got to fly more frequently, and was offered a relocation opportunity. If you asked me, I would say Dr Khim’s prediction about my career was very accurate.
What about my love life?
He never showed up. At least that’s what I thought.
I started my own company a few years ago, and I went back to Dr Khim as I wasn’t so sure if it was a good move.
After she gave advice about me being my own boss, she again talked about this man of my life.
“You are married, right?” she asked.
“No, I am not,” I replied.
“No? You should have been married by now. Have I seen you before?”
“Yes, I came to you seven years ago.”
“Did I tell you not to get married?”
“You didn’t say that.”
“What did I tell you?”
“You gave me a description of this exact same man like you did just now. But I don’t know anyone that looks like that.”
The man she vividly described was 175cm tall, cheerful, slightly chubby, sometimes bearded sometimes clean shaven with a fair skin tone, rosy cheeks, and a receding hairline.
“You two have already met. Maybe he was across the room in a work event, you just didn’t pay attention because you were too busy with other guys.”
Well, that’s totally possible.
Moral of the story
It’s been many years and I still have no idea who and where this man of my life might be. To be honest, I don’t give it too much thought for I genuinely enjoy being single. I love myself too much to want to have someone around who can potentially affect my mood.
What I learned though, is to keep my eyes and ears and heart wide open to every opportunity in front of me. I don’t always have to grab it, but it’s good to have a choice, isn’t it?
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