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Lucky One

I have never been particularly superstitious. I’ve never had a lucky number or a good luck charm. In fact my first experience with the scientific method was dispelling an old wives tale.
When I was little, four or five maybe, I was playing hopscotch in our driveway. “Can I step on this?” I asked my mom, pointing to a large horizontal crack in the pavement. “Will it hurt your back?” I was concerned of course about the adage, “step on a crack, break your mother’s back.”
You can step on it,” she said. And I slammed my foot down across the fractured cement. My mom didn’t flinch, “dinner is almost ready,” she said before walking back inside.
Some years later I was making pasta and while salting the water I threw a pinch of salt over my shoulder. “You’re going to clean that up right?” my mom asked. “Ughhh…mom its good luck…you can’t clean up the luck.” I thought that the practice of throwing salt over your shoulder had something to do with Lot’s wife, who was turned into a pillar of sa…

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