437, 347, 37, 47

by Ralfo Furtado - 10/22/13 7:39 AM

I hadn't noticed until about 11 years ago, how these numbers follow me everywhere. My ID number ends in 437. My office phone number ends in 37. My cell phone number ends in 37. My home phone number ends in 37. My wife's cell phone number ends in 37. When I started dating her she lived at an address 307 in the appartment 307 and I had just had a dream before meeting her where I saw the number 47 written on a yellow surface that I didn't know what it was. My passport number has the sequence 437 and so my bank account at Citibank. My wife's car licence plate number ends in a 4 and mine in a 7. Actually, my car licence plate number is 7 37 7 (I forced a couple of spaces between the numbers to stress it). My wife's locker at her job is 37. She has 4 names of 7 letters each. Our son's name as well. When he was born, the last two digits of his birth number at the hospital were 47 typed on a yellow paper. I met my wife in 2004 and we got married in 2007. Two days ago, we decide do see again the pictures from our honeymoon in New Zealand: just then we realized they were 347 photos. The day before my parking space in our new condo was drawn at an assembly from 324 choices: room number 147, the one I had left my car in the night before. My wife is 37 years old now and she is pregnant of our second son who will be born next year, 2014. She was born in April, month 4. I was born in July, month 7.

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