In August of this year I turn 45 years old. I hadn’t thought
of it at all until the Inauguration coverage of the 45th President. This
post is not about politics, the newly elected president, nor anything
political. Like all of my blogs, it’s about me.
Numbers, I thought, didn’t have much meaning in my life.
Until recently I didn’t make connections with numbers. But then I looked back
and realized how much numbers have played a starring role in my decisions,
comfort, and faith.
Since I was a small child the numbers three and five were
always favorites. Being the third and last child in a family of five may have been
a big reason why.
The Star Wars
franchise has been a consistent thread in the fabric of my life.
Seriously. Remember the final scene of Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope? Luke
Skywalker, Han Solo, and Princess Leia stood together. Three.
In fact, the Star Wars
movies are always put out in Trilogies.
Leaping forward to my early adulthood I connected with the
driver of the No. 3 car in NASCAR, Dale Earnhardt. If you know me, you know my
history with auto racing, Motorsports, Dale Earnhardt, and the No. 3.
Fast forward to after Earnhardt’s death in 2001 when his son
Dale Jr. was still driving the No. 8 car (three plus five).
It was directly
after Dale Jr. changed teams and car numbers to the No. 88 when I was signing
my son up for Cub Scouts (2008). I asked the Cubmaster what the Pack number was
and he replied, “88”. I then inquired what my son’s Den number to be was and
was told, “3”. The decision was made on the spot. We joined. And I became the No. 3 Den Leader.
The landmark Broadway musical Rent is another example of
numbers. The hit song “Seasons of Love” starts with the number 525,600 being sung.
Those are the minutes in a year. How do you measure a year? Myriad ways, but,
like for so many, the number stuck and has resonated for nearly two decades.
And, of course, it’s divisible by three and five.
I wear three diamonds in my engagement ring. I say I love
symmetry, and I do, but that number three is sacred to me.
My wedding date was in 1993. All of the nines are divisible
by three!
Like the family I come from I have three children, five
people in the family.
I began Chief 187™Chatter in 2010, a year divisible by
three and five.
I successfully ran for a seat on my local school board in
2015. The number 15 is divisible by three and five.
Now I’m turning 45, truly “middle-aged”. I love the number,
divisible by three and five. I’m not feeling old or even finished. In fact, I’m
feeling this number is going to be a fruitful one for me.
Why not? All it takes is action. By simply doing we are
successful, right?
I mean, I have numbers on my side.
