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Edited on Sun May-29-11 05:10 PM by rbnyc
When I was in high school, I worked at a grocery store. Part of my job was to collect the shopping carts from the parking lot. They were all numbered. I had a difficult home life and I had done poorly in school, primarily because of excessive ditching. I pretty much got As, Fs and Ds. If I went to class, I got an A, if I didn't go, I failed or sometimes the teacher just took mercy on me. I had entered and won many district-wide and state-wide writing contests and I had applied for one college, a college known for aggressively recruiting students who could win writing contests. I felt that getting into this school was my only shot at life! Whenever I was collecting shopping carts and would start to think about my chances of getting into school, I would notice the number of the shopping cart I was pushing. It was always a cart with a 22 in the number. When I saw the 22, I would feel assured that I would get into school.
I started to test this new phenomenon by purposefully not looking at the cart numbers until I felt that I should, and each time, there was a 22 and I felt strongly that it was the universe telling me that I would go to Knox College and that it was the right path for me.
Ever since then, the number 22 comes to me at strange times, usually when I'm making a transition or trying to make a hard decision.
I don't play the lotto or any numbers games. I don't think that I am supposed to use lucky or special numbers in this way. That doesn't feel right to me, personally.
Edit: typo
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