Friday the 13th

Alexander needs to have two wisdom teeth pulled. 

He looks at his schedule. He asks about mine. He doesn't want his teeth pulled near an exam. And he certainly doesn't want his eating compromised with Thanksgiving coming up.  So after coordinating with the dentist's schedule and his own, he settles on a date.  

"I'm having my wisdom teeth out on the 13th." 

"Okay, that's good. Friday's a convenient date;  you'll have the weekend to recover."

"Wait! That's Friday the 13th.  I can't do it on that date."

And so Alexander switches the date to the 20th. He doesn't want to take the chance of something going wrong on a date that's associated with bad luck.

But going to a concert, eating at a restaurant, or watching a sports event would not be something considered high risk.  

You have no scheduled surgery. You're just meeting friends. Your thoughts may be on the people you'll be with, the new ones you'll meet, what to order, or what to wear. 

It's a Friday night. Time to relax. Enjoy the work week ending. Not much to worry about.

And then your night turns into something horrific. Random shots. Calculated executions. Bombs detonated. People screaming. Blood everywhere. Wounded innocents. Dead bodies. 

Today it's Paris. Tomorrow it could be here.There really is no protection against evil — regardless of the date.

It's all so immensely sad.