A page story from my life’s journal years back.
Is there salvation in a group of words? How do we rule our life finding our luck in a combination of numbers? Being an average reader, I have sought consolation in printed words on books and magazines while occasionally taking a bet on the national lottery. Partly believing what I read and taking for granted the details while I managed to dislodge boredom out of my head, everything seemed to be working out well. For the most part, I often failed to verify the results on the evening lottery draw unknowing if I had been a millionaire who disposed off my lottery ticket without much thought have I lost my right to the jackpot. Everything had been taken as an end in itself and I seemed to have lost my taste to expect for life’s remaining surprises. Except for moments where my close encounters with words and numbers give me an access to remembering an experience in my life without much trying. It has less implication on semantics and numerology but it brings a spell of difference opening a portal through time allowing me to get in touch with my past. Then I gain that fresh attitude to face the present however embarrassing the course of the story gets.
The Flight Order
It was a piece of short bond paper cut in half bearing printed words and numbers from the computer printer which gives me directions on my course of actions for the day, and it reads:
Flight Orders
Number: 2001-265 December 2, 2001
PILOTS & CREW : PSINSP VICENTE MA
Well written… liked the writing style. 
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