Anyone a supersticous (sp) type? Don't walk under ladders, scared when the black cat crossed the road etc?
Well today is your day...just not mine. I almost died on Friday the 13th, in July 1979. So A little leary of this day. Started out a good day, getting the boat ready for skiing on Canyon Lake, putting on a new carb, well it back fired and the guy handling the cup of gas freaked, tossed the cup so it wouldn't burn him, and it hit me directly. Spent a month in the hospital and several surgeries later and I am a.o.k. But what a horrible day for me. This was the summer that I was to go to my cheer camp, missed that, but thru therapy, I was able to do my cheerleading my Soph year. Pheww.
Not to depress anyone, just wondering if anyone has had a bad experience on this day?