Sometimes, if you are lucky, life puts things in your path that are unexpected. Things that you would not normally choose to do. Life did that to me today. My sister Annette has wanted to go see a psychic for several years. The first I knew of it was when both sisters were visiting us in DC, and we drove by a psychic on the main street near us, her neon sign glowing in an otherwise dark window. “Wouldn’t that COOL to do?? Wouldn’t it be FUN to see a PSYCHIC??” Annette said from the back seat. Ummm, no… No, it wouldn’t be “cool” or “fun”. It would (I jadedly thought) be one or a combination of these things: hokey, scary, fake, terrifying, and utterly depressing if she told us something awful that was going to happen in the future. “WHYYY would I want to know the trials and tribulations future me was going to have to suffer?” I thought. “Can’t we just wait until the bad stuff hits and deal with it then...