One of my cousins (daughter of a maternal first-cousin of my father) found me in Facebook. I normally wouldn’t respond since no one really cares about this black sheep outsider, but this was different. This was Tina — the one who would rescue me from boring (painfully dull) family events and introduced me to The Rolling Stones as well as Indian food and even her faith in Islam. She, her younger sister, my oldest sister and my only brother are about the same age. They were close growing up and still are fairly close nowadays. I accepted her as a friend and sent her a message, which she responded shocking me.
“Tina, it’s great to see you again. I see that you haven’t changed. I’m surprised that you asked me to ‘friend’ you. After all, I don’t have any relation with anyone in the Boniffaccini side of the family starting with my dad.”
“I love you. You’re my baby cousin. Who you have or don’t have contact with is irrelevant. I was so happy to find you!”
Not too many things touch my heart, but my cousin’s words should did.
Growing up my oldest sister (who doesn’t like to be reminded about our nine-year age difference) told me once that writing poetry, prose, stories and/or music wouldn’t support me financially. I knew she was right, but I wanted to prove her wrong. Ever since, she’s proven me wrong and I went to college for several careers.
I currently work as systems programmer managing several systems from mainframe operations to report servers. Nonetheless I never stopped writing hoping to prove her wrong one day. Said this, get my book — Under the Thelian Sky — and write a review as well as sharing it with others (part of the lending program in Amazon). Help me prove my oldest sister wrong.
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God created mankind to his image not on Earth, but rather on MARS! When Mars could no longer sustain life, mankind had to escape and colonized Earth. Many years later, a study was written about the survival of mankind in Mars and its struggle in Earth led by Doctor Ajidan Edejem. We proved to be a species that has survived wars, slavery and other forms of abuse — always holding on to our faith in God. All the while, the government controlled by “them” wants to keep everything quiet and even kill him for telling others about the unavoidable doom. Years before the extinction of life in Mars, the Thelian society was perfect, yet corrupted. Life was easy, yet difficult if you were different. For every good person, like Ahila Keinj who found peace in The Faith, there were many willing to destroy it all for gain while “they” controlled the fate of many. At the end, an outsider simply known as Operative Logger 9C56 tries to fight “them” and stop “their” manipulation of history and mankind.
My 66-year-old mom stayed a week with us. My 5-year-old finally met his grandma and they clicked right away. He even did twenty (20) points as if it was a video game of some sort. Actually for my youngest son, life’s a video game. In any case, he behaved, ate properly and did whatever my mom asked him to do in order to get a toy he wanted very badly — Skylanders SWAP Force from Activision ($80 before sales taxes) for Nintendo Wii on the day of its release. He’s being playing ever since.
My mom even came with us to church although my 5-year-old didn’t want to participate in the choir — nothing new for his lazy self. I know he’d miss her. He even told her so when saying goodbye — something he’s never done before with anyone.
My 12-year-old, in the other hand, enjoyed his grandmother’s company and her constant hugging. He’d also miss his grandma in his own special way.
My psychologist spoke about the process of healing two weeks ago. In short, her ridiculously short visit was healing — something I’d have never expected. Said the latter, I’d truly miss my mom.
Fear, little children! Let your superstitions come alive. It’s unlucky number 13! It’s Friday the 13th.
For me, it’s actually lucky 13. I was born on the 13th of June, 1971, which happened to be a boring Sunday. Well at least, I shared the same birthday with my maternal grandfather (13th of June, 1902, which was in fact a Friday). Needless to say (type), for those who’ve read my blog for a while or simply know me in real life, being born might’ve not been so lucky after all, but that’s a different story all together.
Ironically, the Friday the 13th (Tuesday the 13th, in other cultures) gimmick might come from the twisted mind of some fool in the Church centuries ago — perhaps adopting some folk tale of sorts.
Before my atheist and agnostic friends attack religion calling it a form of superstition, I agree with you. There’s a shit load of nonsense in man-made religion in general, BUT GOD DOES EXIST!
“According to folklorists, there is no written evidence for a ‘Friday the 13th’ superstition before the 19th century. The earliest known documented reference in English occurs in Henry Sutherland Edwards’ 1869 biography of Gioachino Rossini, who died on a Friday 13th.
He [Rossini] was surrounded to the last by admiring friends; and if it be true that, like so many Italians, he regarded Fridays as an unlucky day and thirteen as an unlucky number, it is remarkable that one Friday 13th of November he died.
Several theories have been proposed about the origin of the Friday the 13th superstition.
One theory states that it is a modern amalgamation of two older superstitions: that thirteen is an unlucky number and that Friday is an unlucky day.
- In numerology, the number twelve is considered the number of completeness, as reflected in the twelve months of the year, twelve hours of the clock, twelve gods of Olympus, twelve tribes of Israel, twelve Apostles of Jesus, the 12 successors of Muhammad in Shia Islam, twelve signs of the Zodiac, etc., whereas the number thirteen was considered irregular, transgressing this completeness. There is also a superstition, thought by some to derive from the Last Supper or a Norse myth, that having thirteen people seated at a table results in the death of one of the diners.
- Friday has been considered an unlucky day at least since the 14th century’s The Canterbury Tales, and many other professions have regarded Friday as an unlucky day to undertake journeys or begin new projects.
- Friday is also the day when Jesus Christ was crucified, making it through folklore and adding to its unpopularity.
- One author, noting that references are all but nonexistent before 1907 but frequently seen thereafter, has argued that its popularity derives from the publication that year of Thomas W. Lawson’s popular novel Friday, the Thirteenth, in which an unscrupulous broker takes advantage of the superstition to create a Wall Street panic on a Friday the 13th.
- Records of the superstition are rarely found before the 20th century, when it became extremely common. The connection between the Friday the 13th superstition and the Knights Templar was popularized in Dan Brown’s 2003 novel The Da Vinci Code and in John J. Robinson’s 1989 work Born in Blood: The Lost Secrets of Freemasonry. On Friday, 13 October 1307, hundreds of the Knights Templar were arrested in France, an action apparently motivated financially and undertaken by the efficient royal bureaucracy to increase the prestige of the crown. Philip IV was the force behind this ruthless move, but it has also tarnished the historical reputation of Clement V. From the very day of Clement V’s coronation, the king falsely charged the Templars with heresy, immorality and abuses, and the scruples of the Pope were compromised by a growing sense that the burgeoning French State might not wait for the Church, but would proceed independently. However, experts agree that this is a relatively recent correlation, and most likely a modern-day invention.”