If the superstition surrounding Friday the 13th came about because Friday was once considered the most unlucky day of the week – Helloooo! TGIF is a good thing – and 13 the most unlucky number – though we can all admit how perfect 12 can be (why, just look at a baker’s dozen for proof) – then I’m not worried.
And I’ll tell you why.
I consider myself and my family blessed beyond measure. (As a matter of fact, today, July 12, 2012 is the day Marty McFly visited in the future, which was actually a first-date movie with the man I married.) But this entire Summer of 2012 has brought the full force of unlucky upon us. In the form of illness, rejection, sad farewells and general bad news.
All we’re missing is a locust invasion of Biblical proportion. Yet perhaps after yesterday’s deluge, the flying insects aren’t far behind.
So, like the good and faithful Catholics we are, the prayer texting chains have been going night and day. Tomorrow, however, we’ll light a candle rather than curse the darkness.
We will cash our paychecks and declare Friday, July 13 as a turning point for wellness, acceptance, and a Back to the Future feel-good ending.
small things 