Four four four

When I was little, the number four was my favourite number. Coincidentally, the letter D was my favourite letter. Little did I know that back then, coincidences would play such a major part in my thought processes in later life. And, as it turns out, not only my thought processes, but my whole look on life. At the time, I wasn’t aware of coincidence though.

I was four years old. The clearest memory of my childhood was a birthday cake with a large silver number four on it. I have memories from before this, but they are a little hazy. I can’t remember anything else about my fourth birthday apart from this cake. Particularly this number four. Now, a question. Was four my favourite number before this cake, or because of it?

Moving ahead a few years. My job on Directory Enquiries. All operators are given unique operator numbers to give out to customers, rather than giving out their names. Things were less personal back then, and more ‘business-like’. My operator number was 44. I wrote this number every time I recorded a call, requested a call back, and gave it out when I was asked for my name. At the time, I didn’t notice the connection to the number four, strangely enough; it was also in this job that I learned that the international dialling code to the UK is 44, and this still didn’t bring about the connection with me. In my next job, my identity number there was 40. The four was still there, but not as obvious. My telephone extension number in my current job started out as 1066, and, although there is a ‘history’ with this number too, that is an entirely different story. Coincidence or not, some numbers seem to have more of a connection to me, or with me, than others.

Going out on a random limb here for a moment, I have a universal connection to the number four as well. OK, it’s a Solar System connection rather than a grand-scale universal one, but the links are there never-the-less. I was born in March, the month named after Mars. Mars is the fourth planet from the Sun.  Just to squeeze the last drops of numerology out of my thought processes, I was born on the thirteenth. Yes, 1 + 3 = 4; and linking back to the early Roman calendar, March was the first month, now it’s the third. See, 1 + 3 again! I told you this was a random limb I was going out on… still, makes me think a little more deeply.

This simply had to be the topic of my 444th post!