The Evil Eye

It seems that after finding a quarter, heads side up, and hoping that maybe it would actually help my luck, the tides seem to be turning in my favor. I don't want to jinx myself, but it seems I am shunning that evil eye that seemed to follow me around, with tears of misfortune.

Since finding that quarter, I won a nice chunk of change at my office holiday party and my name was drawn first in the coveted "Compressed Schedule Lottery" (my name has been drawn last a few times in a row and almost always near the end).

In Middle Eastern cultures, the evil eye is viewed as a way people wish misfortune on you. By simply casting an evil glance they are putting the curse on you to bring you down. I have a Jewish friend who actually gave me a necklace to ward off the evil eye. I am not sure if it actually worked since after I received it I ended up needing a new car... hmmm perhaps she inadvertently made the eye more powerful? She recently took a class on Judaism though and the Rabbi spoke about the Jewish superstition of the evil eye. He said that it is all about attitude. Putting out positive energy into the universe will in turn bring positive energy and vice versa. So, I am now focusing on the positive... instead of the humor I find in the negative.

We will see how it goes... for now it seems to be working. I just hope I am not speaking too soon!

Luck

Some people have all the luck. Seriously. They are the ones who win the lottery or the random drawings. They get the free meals and not because they find a hair in their food. They avoided the chicken pox outbreak or the lice infestation in elementary school. They have all the luck and they refuse to share it.

I am not one of those people. I try to avoid the patch of ice only to slip on it anyway and break an ankle or try to see the sights from a roof top only to fall through. I register for drawings and never get chosen. I walk into a fast food restaurant for a late night snack because the drive through line is too long and end up being locked inside with a gang. (They did let us leave, with our food and our lives, so I guess that's something.)

Most people have symptoms of appendicitis or gallstones and seek help. I am not most people. I don't notice something is seriously wrong until I am passing out, alone in my apartment and realize that maybe that random pain in my abdomen is more serious than gas. I am that person that calls an ambulance because I don't want to bother anybody and then get the super hot paramedic whom I can't even try to flirt with because breathing is as excruciating as being stabbed with a million butcher knives. I am one of those people that spends an eternity in an emergency room only hear "We don't know what's wrong with you, other than your abdomen is filled with blood." I guess they don't see a lot of patients with spontaneous internal bleeding.

Things are looking up though. I found a quarter yesterday, heads side up... I am hoping that means it is 25 times MORE lucky than finding a penny. We shall see.