I was thinking the other day about how the word “superstitious” has a negative connotation. Its synonyms are: “gullible,” apprehensive,” and “fearful.” I don’t think I fit these descriptions, but I would never deny paying attention to the fortune promised by my word of the day calendar, the happiness I find when I am open to happenstance, the products of providence, and the delightful surprises of serendipity, kismet, and charms.
I put a dollar into the Zoltar machine, and I was delighted when Zoltar spoke. His handsome voice warned: “He who laughs last thinks slowest.” As fast as I could, I guffawed as Zoltar produced a ticket forecasting my fate.
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