Background - It’s a well known fact, and even a point of amusement, in our household that I love the number “3“. I look for, and find “3’s” everywhere. You see them too, you just may not know it. “3’s” appear in every facet of our lives; mind/body/spirit, morning/noon/night, past/present/future; there are “3” little pigs, Goldilocks came upon “3” bears, and Genie’s grant “3” wishes; Hollywood stars are thought to die in groups of “3” (this has been proven to be a persistent myth - it must be the power of “3” at work!); we count to “3” to start, and get “3” strikes before we’re out; you’ll find the “3” sides of a triangle throughout architecture - it’s the strongest shape; in history the Pythagoreans considered “3” the first real number, and the number “3” is everywhere through-out religion. I could go on and on, but I’ll spare you because I know you too are now seeing “3’s” everywhere.
S.C.O.U.T. - I was having a tough time with a project I’m working on and ask for some kind of a sign that I was on the right path. Something that would prove so obvious that it would be undeniable to me.
That night I sat abruptly up in bed and realized that I was suddenly awake. Wide awake. It took me a minute to get my bearings and then I did what I always do when I wake up and its dark out, checked the clock. The cable box across the room shone bright orange displaying the time so it was easy to see. The time was 3:33. Three, “3’s“. Simply uncanny, and given my love of the number “3“, absolutely undeniable.
Post Script - A few weeks later I was watching a hokie sci-fi movie called “The Fourth Kind” about alien abduction. All of the abductees are taken from their beds at exactly 3:33 in the morning. I’m almost positive that I haven’t been abducted by aliens, although both my husband and my goofy dog Scout swear it would explain a lot. Those two are just a laugh riot, aren’t they?
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