I’ve never been superstitious: I don’t avoid black cats; I proudly walk under ladders; and only put my salt on my food; but, I have been given reason to reconsider this. On Friday December the 13th I was broadsided by another car. Yeah, yeah, I know what you are thinking… “So what. Pure coincidence”. Uh, uh. This was my THIRD car accident on the Friday the 13th in four years. THIRD! (And it has never been my fault). After the second accident the policewoman taking my statement (as I lay at x-ray in emerg) didn’t believe me and actually looked up my record. “Good God!”, she said, “You weren’t making this up. You were in another car accident on Friday the 13th!” Thank goodness for records. Otherwise, she might have thought I was telling stories! The policeman tending my third accident didn’t doubt me. He just banned me from driving on all future Friday the 13th. I will happily comply. When I shared my story at a friend’s 2014 New Year’s Party, one of the attendees asked if she could put me in the Guinness Book of Records. I know some people just don’t believe this. I get this, after all, I am a storyteller. And even though I am pretty stiff and sore, I do have a good story to tell now. Quite unique really. I wonder… is the universe trying to tell me to prepare a story set on superstitions?