Instead of reflexively wishing someone (or myself) "good luck," I will try instead for the will to be fallible -- the courage to believe that I don't know everything -- that I cannot control everything. In that way, perhaps, I'll find myself in the realm where miracles happen.
I've thought about this for a long time now. If there's one great thing about growing up without a lot of money or status, it's that everything you achieve in life is a bonus -- if you have the right attitude. At least, that's how I feel about it.
What keeps me awake at night these days isn't that these two boys will turn out to be "bad kids" but rather that they'll be just like me -- young and unbearably foolish -- but not nearly as lucky; that the laws of probability will make them answer for their missteps in a way I never had to.
What fascinates me most about us is how rapidly we change our opinion about what God thinks about us depending on the one event or one week. We can go from thinking that God loves us to God has it in for us in a couple of hours.
Up until the patriarchal revolution, both Fridays and 13s were held in the very highest esteem. Both the day and the number were associated with the Great Goddesses, and therefore, regarded as the sacred essence of luck and good fortune.