Bad Things always come in threes. At least that is what people say. Whenever one bad thing happens to me, I generally let it go. But when a second thing that is similar to the first happens, I start to pay attention because I know that a third is not far away. Case in point. Two weeks ago while waiting for my husband at a football game, a car backed up into my minivan (yes...I drive a minivan). Just a scratch--no big deal. A week later one of the coaches at Heath's school backed up into his car. Again, just a small dent--no big deal. Today a HUGE truck (similar to a dump truck) backed up into Heath's car. This time there was a bit of damage. I don't know how much yet, but I knew this was going to happen. 1, 2, 3. Hopefully that is the last in this little line of problems.
4 years ago
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I totally believe in the rule of 3. Case in point - All in a week or so of each other, Mother Theresa, Princess Diana, and G. Versace all died. I've believed in it ever since. I've only seen it work in death though...
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