My fortune teller was right about everything … Then she grabbed my hand and made a prediction so horrible that it changed the way I live my life

It was impossible to ignore them.

Among the stalls that sell novelty T-shirts, silk scarves and bargain souvenirs, the bustling Hong Kong Market just past Wong Tai sin temple was covered with white tents.

Inside, traditional Chinese fortune tumblers waited and offered everything, from palm readings to tarot card diving.

At first I was skeptical, but by the time I had passed my tenth crystal ball, curiosity had improved me.

“Maybe I should get a lecture?” I introduced my husband, Clint. “Laughing.”

We were here for a family vacation together with my daughter, Caja, then 12, and two sons, Yonty and Hendry, both at that time.

Soon we would go to Disneyland, so it was now or never if I wanted to know what my future really had – outside my visit to the happiest place on earth.

Plus, if they could also come up with the winning lotterine numbers, that would be great.

I randomly chose a cabin and settled towards a witch -like woman who explained to me that she would read both of my palms.

“Left is for life before 35 years old,” she said. “And the right is for afterwards.”

I have to admit that her lecture from my left palm was pretty accurate. She sPoke of important relationships, dead and career changes.

“You moved a lot,” she said – and I nodded. I had lived in many different countries.

She made other statements about my history – specific – that were perfect.

Tingling of expectations, I smiled at my family. The past was ready – now it was time for future predictions.

Whatever she was going to say, I would take myself with a pinch of salt. But still – do you imagine that I would get rich? Go to a tropical island? Do you have more children or a brush with fame?

“You have an interesting line,” said the palm reader, smiling, dizzy with the thought.

But then she said something so horrible that it flew me.

“It stops … fast.”

And that was. Those three words have changed my life forever.

Smile Gone, I peered down and watched her finger at the offensive line, briefly points to her findings as if she had not only told that my days were numbered.

“You will be sick,” she told me. “Never rich but never poor …”

That hardly mattered when I was about to die, I thought.

Her farewell gift was a dozy.

“Red is a very unfortunate color for you,” she said. “Never wear it again. Ever.’

My favorite dress was red! I felt this was a bridge too far, I took revenge: ‘I love my red dress! I thought red was a happy color. And what does “soon” mean? When will I die and how? ‘

I don’t even know if I wanted to know, but curiosity got better when I pressed her for more information and desperately tried to determine a specific date.

Eventually she told me that I would be a goner ‘just before I was 50’, which meant that I had a few years left.

However, there was a smithy of hope.

‘You can change your destination when You change your lifestyle, “she smiled while I left.

Just to rub salt in the wound, my husband got a lecture and he was told that he will lead a fantastic long life and have a considerable windfall. Undoubtedly cash in in my life insurance policy!

This happened a few years ago and I can honestly say that I think about it most days.

I googled ‘short lifelines’. Although I was initially relieved to read that they do not always mean that you have a short life, the alternatives of illness, failures and challenges did not exactly put my thoughts at ease.

It feels like I’m slowly on the edge.

Of course I laugh with friends and tell them about the bad witch in Hong Kong who says I will die soon. Just kidding around, I tell my husband that he does not have my blessing to continue and find a new woman.

(Actually, that part is not a joke, he does not have my blessing and I will chase it if he downloads as much as Tinder.)

I tell myself it is not true. I am a skeptic, remember. If she could Predict the future, why did she work from a small cabin in a hinders and did she not chose the winning lotterine numbers, making millions suitable?

But try it the way you could, you can’t forget something like that. As soon as you hear those words, you can’t unhart, no matter how hard you try it.

So now I wonder how it goes down, and in the event that best prepares what I can do.

If you had previously asked me what I would do if I knew when I would die, I would set a bucket list without hesitation as long as my arm.

Drink Rum in Cuba, see gorillas in Tanzania, take a year off, make memories with my children and save all dogs.

The possibilities are endless.

But confronted with the reality, the life of my last years is no attraction.

Instead, I started learning, watching, reading, waiting and carefully selecting shares for each of the children, hoping that if I was not there, I could still help with first cars, weddings or buying a house.

I have read the Barefoot Investor Book and started a number of serious savings plans that I hope I will give my wonderful husband the free time he needs to grieve and to be with our children when I am gone.

I have resolved my life insurance policy, ensuring that my super annuation is in order and that all relevant documents can easily find for my family.

But whatever I think is her farewell words. “You can change your destination if you change your lifestyle.”

What does that even mean?

To be honest, that part really annoys me. I am not an unhealthy or overweight person. I don’t smoke and only drink social. I feel that my options for a complete health overhaul are pretty slim.

Nevertheless, I try to get my 10,000 steps a day, drink a lot of water and get eight hours of sleep every night.

In the beginning I spent a lot of time thinking about the things I would miss. I made sure that I was in family photos and did not take them. I make home films and no longer remove the parts that I feel stupid about.

But as time has passed, I have noticed that I spent less time thinking about dying and more time to enjoy life. So maybe the fortune teller was on his way.

Regarding the red dress? It still hangs in my wardrobe, but I have not dared it since.