"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."

Sunday, August 10, 2008

How Can Anyone Doubt...

the existence of some higher power in the universe?

My mother did a walk about the coach this weekend and stopped in front of my licence plate, commenting that it was an odd coincidence. I saw three letters and four numbers for which I could force a significance that would enable me to remember them. She told me to look at the four numbers again:



August 24, 1949

My (late) father's birthday.

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