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Superstition, Bad People and 0888 888 888
So are you superstitious?

Do you watch what you are doing because it is bad luck to do the wrong thing? Like maybe stepping on a sidewalk crack? Maybe opening an umbrella in the house? Or dropping a pair of gloves inside… if you happen to do these things you must do something to protect yourself.

My mother-in-law was that way. I popped an umbrella open in the house and she nearly died on the spot!

Here is a strange story…
“TELEPHONE bosses have suspended a mobile number after it emerged that every person who called it has died within five years.

According to The Sun, the last victim of 0888 888 888 was drug smuggler Konstantin Dishliev, who was gunned down in Bulgarian capital Sofia.

Before that, mafia boss Konstantin Dimitrov was shot dead in Holland, it says.

Original owner Vladimir Grashnov, the former boss of Bulgarian telecoms firm Mobitel, died of cancer allegedly caused by radioactive poisoning.”

I am seriously going to add this to my answering machine … someday… specially about dinner time when the telephone people call with their offers. I will warn them that they may die for calling my number.

The Chinese however would try everything in their power to get that number as the number 8 sounds like LUCK and with that much LUCK(that many 8s) who could lose.

Our lives are funny that way. Most of us have a history that is filled with family stuff, heritage things that we deal with regularly. Some of it we believe and the rest we don’t.

Even good and religious people have baggage that they bring into their lives daily. It is stuff from the past that sticks.

I want to get rid of all of it – somehow.

As a minister and in active service… certain Sundays would come along and Brother Miserable and/or Sister Mad would come to church. The cloud around me would be heavy. I could never figure out how they might get me down again. It truly was bad luck to have them there. But it was not so bad for me as was for Brother Miserable, in that he was married to Sister Mad.

There are people that are a blessing to me. Having stated that there are some that are not. That kind are Bad People I think… and I don’t need them around. I bet you have them too… negative to the max, ornery to nines, and ugly in the deepest parts.

Today I resolve to be with happy people… not the angry ones. In fact I have chosen to make my life better that way.

Today I will try to be a blessing to someone else.

How about you?

~ Murray Lincoln ~
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