Thirteen kind. And why not ? To survive this fateful day, are we doomed to spend twenty-four hours under the covers, or “disguised as hockey players”, like François, one of the readers who responded to our call for testimonials? “I have broken something three times in my life: wrist, collarbone, ankle,” he says. Each time… a Friday the 13th, of course. “To all those to whom this day has brought luck: give me the recipe to smile again”, he implores.
Is Olivier well placed to advise him? In high school, he “was disintegrated by the teachers” in class council, twice the same year, on two Friday the 13ths. Maybe so, in fact: “Now that I am a tobacconist and retailer of Française des Jeux, I see Friday the 13th differently. “Selling Loto tickets, even losers, is also a way to win.
“I wanted to give birth that day”
But it’s not just money in life. “I gave birth to my son on Friday the 13th, three weeks before the expected date, testifies Sonia. I wanted to give birth that day. “Friday, January 13, 2012 was the happiest day of my life, I had the chance to become the father of a marvelous little girl,” says Jonathan, who almost missed the event all the same.
“The journey between my office and the clinic was a rally, Sébastien Loeb could not have done anything against me, he adds. I managed to be there just in time, before they took Mom to the OR. Today I’m the luckiest dad in the world, I love Friday the 13th.” Thanks for your story, Jonathan. And even if it’s not her birthday, there’s nothing stopping you from baking your daughter a cake.