There was surely some apprehension people felt while waiting for medical care, but people often chatted with the front desk or each other and in a small town, it wasn’t unusual to run into someone you knew.
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Waiting for the Next One
The Chair in the Courtyard
The Chair in the Courtyard
When I met my friend Rose she’d been a window for several years. She spoke lovingly about her late husband Bob and I soon learned he’d been her second husband.
One day over lunch Rose and I were reminiscing about our past lives and she told me this story.
She’d been very young when she married the first time, and she and her husband lived in a one bedroom apartment on the 11th floor of a small building, their windows facing a lovely courtyard.
After the birth of their first child they needed more space and planned to stay in their building but move to a larger apartment on the 9th floor that had recently been vacated.
But when Rose’s mother heard their plan she worried. ”It’s bad luck to move from a higher floor to a lower floor in the same building.” she told them.
Rose held no such superstitious beliefs, the new lease had been signed, and the movers hired. But to placate her mother Rose asked what they could do to ward off the bad luck.
“Take a chair from your apartment, bring it down to the courtyard and sit in it. Then bring it back upstairs.” her mother instructed. And as silly as they thought that was, they did it.
As I laughed at her story, Rose looked serious for a moment. “But that apartment did bring me bad luck – we divorced.” she said.
“But since then you’ve surely had your share of good luck as well.” I said.
And Rose smiled, “Yes I did, I met Bob!”
Rose’s mother, we agreed, had been right about that chair in the courtyard after all!
– Dana Susan Lehrman
A Humorous Peek At Superstition
“Don’t Walk Under That Ladder”
Alright, ladies and gents, gather ’round. Today’s dissertation is on the peculiar phenomenon of superstition. You know, those little habits that make grown adults clutch a rabbit’s foot like it’s the winning lottery ticket, or avoid black cats like they’re Harvey Weinstein at a kindergarten graduation. Now, as a staunch believer in reason and definitely not someone who purposely spilled salt over his shoulder this morning (totally an accident!), I find some superstitions about as believable as a mime trying to explain existentialism.
But hey, let’s not be Ethnocentric snobs, eh? We all know the “official” definition: Superstition: a belief that defies logic and evidence. Yet, for many cultures; dreams, visions, and even that suspiciously shaped mole on your uncle’s neck are seen as omens, these little fortune cookies from the cosmos.
When a little one did I have any childhood superstitions? Well, let’s just say for my mother’s sake I used to avoid stepping on cracks in the pavement. Not because of some fear of bad luck, mind you, but because skipping those cracks felt oddly satisfying, like a tiny victory against the mundane and an ‘honor thy mother and thy father’ action. Plus, it annoyed the heck out of my mum, which, as any child knows, is always a delightful bonus.
As for adult Kevin? Let’s be honest, the only thing I truly fear is running out of coffee. Now, some might call that a healthy respect for hydration, but others might see it as a desperate need to ward off the evil spirits of dehydration. Who am I to judge?
Speaking of judging, let’s talk about family. My Nana, bless her soul, wouldn’t let you leave the house without a safety pin attached to your clothes. Apparently, it warded off the “evil eye.” Now, I never quite understood if the evil eye was a rogue eyeball just rolling around town looking to create mischief, or was it a metaphor for jealous stares? Either way, I sported those safety pins like a reluctant fashion icon.
Then there’s my friend, Dave. Top guy but rubbish as a grown-up (don’t tell him I said that) and utterly convinced that finding a ladybug is a sign of good luck. Now, I wouldn’t mind a bit of ladybug luck myself, considering the state of my dating life, but the last time Dave “found” a ladybug, it turned out to be a misplaced button from his shirt. Let’s just say his luck wasn’t exactly…blooming.
Look, the truth is, superstitions are a fascinating peek into the human desire for control. We crave order in this chaotic world, and sometimes, a lucky charm or a knocked-on-piece of wood feels like a tiny act of defiance against the unknown. Me? I prefer to rely on hard work, talent (questionable, I know), and maybe a well-placed joke or two. But hey, if you find comfort in a lucky penny, a four leaf clover or a pre-appearance ritual involving a particular sock, carry on. Just don’t expect me to join your interpretive dance to appease the footwear gods!
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Bad Moon Rising
Beliefs about women’s health and the moon are particularly strong.
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