I once missed the opportunity of a lifetime because a black cat crossed my path as I set out. To avoid bad luck, I back-tracked, took a longer route and reached the job interview a good half hour late. Needless to say, I did not get the job.
I really had nothing against black cats. It’s just that each time they crossed my path, they seemed to presage punctured tyres, muffed meetings or quarrels with friends. I wasn’t superstitious, mind you. It’s just that along with black cats, I preferred to avoid the number 13, walking beneath ladders and sneezing before a departure. I also kept a birthstone in my pocket and touched wood for good measure.
Of course, in this world of science and logic, irrational concepts like mine were sadly outmoded. And I promised to overcome them. Gradually, time, the eternal healer, lent a hand. Meetings held on the 13th went off like clockwork; a sneeze before a departure signalled no disaster greater than an impending cold; and even black cats heralded no calamity.
My superstitions are now a thing of the past. I am truly cured — touch wood!