Friggatriskaidekaphobic …… NOT ME !!
But, wait a minute … what about my fear of the 22nd day of any month? For years and years I have refused to travel on that date and will actually plan trips to make sure I will be off the road then. It started when my father died on Feb. 22, 1960. I didn’t realize it then but over the years the amount of unfortunate happenings on that date started to add up …some of them actually traumatic. President John F. Kennedy was shot and killed on Nov. 22nd, 1963, a few years later a young friend was killed in an auto accident on May 22 and it was no surprise to me at all when my husband died on September 22nd 1990.
I guess what it boils down to is that no matter how much I’d like to be above the fray I have to admit that I’m just as superstitious as the next guy. Whether good or bad superstitions seem to have a significant power over us and I guess it’s better to give in to that than to fight it.
A few days ago a “black cat crossed my path” just before I “walked under a ladder” but I wasn’t worried. I‘d “crossed my fingers” AND “knocked on wood” before I left the house …
…it never hurts to take a few precautions !