The number 13 is auspicious in our household. In fact, Mr. CL — pictured here — is batty about it. He believes in life’s weird duality, that bad luck can be good luck. That calamity is often the catalyst to better days. (Of course, some things just suck with zero upside. I got nothing positive to say about cancer or coronavirus.)
After Mr. CL’s divorce, he got this tattoo — 13 being an old tattoo symbol for good luck. (I met him shortly after this tattoo, so maybe it was prophetic.)
Today’s Friday (the 13th!) Challenge comes from him. As you were going through the infidelity meat grinder (or are going through it, depending on your timeline), did you have any signs of hope or doom? Any cosmic flashes?
Here’s one from my first marriage — THE CHURCH CAUGHT ON FIRE. Honest to God, the night before the wedding, the roof went up in flames. (The smoke damage was in the hall, not the sanctuary, so the wedding proceeded.) If that’s not a sign from God, I don’t know what is.
I can think of hopeful encounters too. After my D-Day, I remember meeting an old man at a party (which I went to alone, it was at a neighbor’s… awkward… I was a newlywed.) He told me he’d been a Nebraska farmer and he’d tried and tried to farm, but each year hailstorms wiped out his crops and left him destitute. Some friend got him an entry level job at Merrill Lynch decades ago. He worked his way up the ladder to stock broker, and became very successful. He told me (having NO IDEA I’d suffered a D-Day) “Sometimes the worst things that ever happen you, lead to the best things.”
He was my angel at that moment and I’ve never forgotten him. That one sentence gave me a lot of hope.
So CN, what were your omens and portents?