Hi everyone! I'm 23, I'm from Belo Horizonte, I work as a receptionist at a dental clinic. My grandma always used to drag me around to all kinds of astrolgers and fortune tellers when I was a kid. It's like a family tradition for us. But I always took it pretty calmly, about on the level of horoscopes in magazines. And then in February I went with my cousin Leticia for the weekend to Ouro Preto. It's an old touristy little town not far from us. We just wanted to walk around the narrow streets, eat some local pastries, take pictures at the old churches. Nothing special planned. On Saturday evening we were walking back from the main square toward our hotel, and I decided to cut through some little alley , there were souvenir shops and cafes there. And then this woman literally stops me, around sixty years old, hair tied up in a scarf, hands full of silver rings. She didn't look like those "fortune tellers" who grab you by the hand on the squares and demand money. She was sitting at the entrance of a tiny little shop with spices and herbs, and when I walked past, she just quietly said: "Girl, wait." I stopped more out of politeness. She looked at me for about five seconds and said ( I remember almost word for word): "Someone will call you on Tuesday. Don't answer right away. Think about it for three days. The person who calls will offer you something that will look like a gift, but it's not a gift. And also . A scar will appear on your left wrist soon. A small one. Don't be afraid of it, it will save you from something bigger." Honestly, I was stunned. Leticia giggled next to me. And the woman just went back to her herbs, like I didn't exist anymore. We left, but for some reason I couldn't get it out of my head. And now the interesting part. On Tuesday morning, around ten, I get a call from an unknown number. I almost declined it, but at the last second I remembered that woman and answered. It was my dad's former boss. My dad died four years ago, and this person hadn't called us since the funeral. He said there was a great opportunity for me. That his acquaintance was opening a new clinic in São Paulo, they needed a receptionist, the salary was almost double what I currently make, and he remembered me, but I needed to give an answer quickly". It immediately popped into my head: "don't answer right away, think about it for three days." I told him I needed to think until Friday. He got kind of strangely tense and started pushing: like, the spot will be gone, decide now, other candidates are already lined up. And that's when my excitement kind of faded. Not because of the fortune teller, but because of the way he was talking. Too much pressure for a simple job offer. I still said Friday. He reluctantly agreed. On Wednesday I asked a friend who works in HR to look into what this "new clinic" in São Paulo was. You know what? My friend said she didn't know anything about any new clinic, but that the guy who called me is actually in the news right now, that he's under investigation and mixed up in a story with fake medical licenses and shell companies. So there you go. If I had agreed right away, I would've moved to another city, signed an employment contract with a shell company, and in the best case just ended up without a job. In the worst case, I don't even know. I called back and politely declined. And that was it with that phone call, everything became clear. Now about the scar. After that call I was already taking the prediction seriously and was a little scared about what was going to happen, how a scar would appear. And then in March I broke a glass in the kitchen. Just a regular glass, I break one about once a month. A shard flew off and cut my left wrist. Not deep, but there was blood, and a small pink scar was left, right above the vein. I sat on the kitchen floor for about ten minutes just staring at my wrist. Thinking, how could this save me from something bigger. Leticia still doesn't believe in this prediction. She says people are calling everyone all the time, and everyone cuts themselves once in a while. She says that the brain itself fits events to match the prediction. But still, now I often look at my scar and remember her words: "don't be afraid of it, it will save you from something bigger." Hugs, Ana