Early in the summer of 1994, I was serving on active duty as a US Marine at Camp Lejeune, NC. I was headed home for a few weeks of leave to visit friends and family. Upon my arrival at home, I stayed with my mother and older sister who was finishing up college at the local university.
A few days into my visit, my sister and I were up late one night watching TV and catching up. A commercial came on for the Kenny Kingston psychic hotline and we both chuckled because it looked rediculous and overpriced. Of course I picked up the phone immediately to call… remembering that this was not my phone line and my sister would have to pay the bill :)
Now at this point, I already believed in psychics even though I personally never had an experience. Others around me had convincing stories and a friend of my mothers was supposedly one. But I take everything with a grain of salt.
A woman answered the phone and kindly asked me for 2 pieces of information, my first name and my birthday (day and month only). I felt that was a reasonable request and gladly gave her the information believing that it wouldn't allow her to trick me in some way. After that, she simply asked what I would like to know (i.e. love, career, etc…)
