Rich Tackenberg

I've always been a very atypical atheist because I'm the nonbeliever that wants to believe.

I see it seems very comforting, and I like being comforted, but I'm also very stubborn.

So to believe, I need proof.

Well, two years ago, my wife hears about a psychic named Pat who holds salons at her house.

Now, if I don't believe in God, I think you can guess what I think about psychics.

But I want to go because maybe Pat will prove me wrong.

So two weeks later, we are in Pat's huge empty living room.

There's six other strangers with us.

We're all seated in folding chairs.

Pat is a short, older lady who tells us that her guides will be speaking through her.

So she gets around to me, and she says, one of my guides was a race car driver, and he says, get your car inspected.

Hmm.

Now, I hadn't driven there, so there was no one looking at my car, and I said, sure.

And she says, no, there's a problem with your car, the front driver's side wheel.

He's saying it's above the wheel, but check out your front driver's side wheel.

It's very dangerous.

You will get stranded.

And this sounds bad, and I'm ecstatic.

because a psychic has said something to me so specific that I can prove whether it's right or wrong.

That never happens.