Life Digits

Our grandson Kaleb’s birthday is easy to remember. He was born on the eighth day of the eighth month, in the year 1998. So he claimed 8 not necessarily as his lucky number but as his personal number or ‘life digit’ and has it tattooed on his upper chest.

I’ve never had a personal number but if I do claim one it would probably be four. I was born in 1944, on the 26th day of July and if you subtract the two from the six you get four. (Too much of a stretch?) Also, I’m one of four sisters; we were married in 1968 which is a Leap Year, which occurs every four years and we have four members in our family. So there you go, the perfect digit to call my own.

All I need to do . . . contd.

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