Client Story from Karen Page


From The e*Newsletter of ANDREW DORNENBURG and KAREN PAGE

* FEB. 2004 - Vol. II No. 1 - -



A year ago, much to my horror, I discovered that my diamond had fallen out of the engagement ring Andrew had given me when he'd proposed to me under the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree 14 years earlier. Having no idea whether it had fallen out while on my daily run in Central Park, in our apartment, or somewhere in the miles between, I nonetheless searched our home for the better part of a day -- and was devastated when I wasn't able to find it.

A strange idea crossed my mind, as I suspect it might whenever someone becomes this distraught: I thought about Fahrusha (, the lovely woman named one of the city's top 10 psychics by NEW YORK magazine whom I had hired for the prior several years to provide psychic readings as entertainment at an annual alumnae party I organized -- even though I was always so busy hosting the party that I'd never asked her for a reading myself.

Since I had already given up all hope of ever finding my diamond, I decided I had nothing to lose. Feeling a bit ridiculous, I called her and explained my predicament. Fahrusha -- who's never set foot in our home -- replied matter-of-factly that my diamond had fallen out of the setting when I'd taken my ring off my finger and put it in the white box that I'd put on top of my bureau. (As I had done exactly that before I'd left home to get a manicure, she had my attention!) She told me that my diamond was at an angle that made it hard to spot with the naked eye, and that in the morning Andrew and I should buy a very strong flashlight and shine it around the floor -- and that perhaps I might catch a glimpse of its sparkle.

The next morning, we did as she advised. Within 10 minutes of shining the flashlight along the floor of our bedroom, I saw a glint -- my diamond!

In addition to earning my eternal gratitude, I thought Fahrusha had at the very least earned lunch at any restaurant of her choice in Manhattan! She mentioned that she had once done readings at a party hosted by a network executive upstairs at LE BERNARDIN -- and that the hors d'oeuvres had been so delicious she'd wondered ever since what it would be like to dine there. My 3+ hour lunch there with Fahrusha was one of the most memorable of my life -- for the great pleasure of getting to know Fahrusha better, not to mention the great pleasure of savoring chef Eric Ripert's extraordinary cuisine!

Thus, while neither of us understands how Fahrusha gets her information, Andrew and I have learned to listen when she makes predictions. This past fall, Fahrusha told me I'd be getting my photograph taken at a particular angle -- which turned out to be the precise angle photographer Tracy Allan happened to use to depict Andrew and me on the cover of the December 15, 2003, issue of the NEW YORK RESIDENT.

This past Friday, Fahrusha sent me a friendly email checking in to see how I was feeling (as it happens, I'd just gotten over several weeks of the flu) in which she wrote, "Your food books will soon make you a household name. Has the Food Network approached you yet?"

We're listening, Fahrusha, we're listening -- and look forward to discovering what 2004 has in store for us!