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Some people have all the luck

Once upon a time, a large rock stood next to the sea.  Not even the force of a hundred men could move it.

Then, one day, a man known to be carrying the evil eye remarked upon the stone, whereupon it immediately cracked in two.  Such is the power of the evil eye, at least according to Turkish tradition.

It is for this reason that the Nazar amulet, still today, can be seen all over this region of the world, dangling from the bumpers of taxi cabs, pinned to the clothes of babies, built into modern office buildings, guarding doorways and worn as earrings or necklaces.  Turkish people remain convinced that, with it, they are protected from bad energy around them.

Walking through the woods on a sunny spring afternoon, a hundred million miles away from where this tale first began, two seven-year old philosophers were heard talking about luck.

It was international festival day at their school, a huge celebration of cultural diversity, tradition and, critically, extremely good food.

The day had begun with a visit to the Irish Stand.  The luck of the Irish may be famous, but on this occasion the ‘lucky dip’ did not impress.  Personally, though, I wasn’t sure what they expected for 50 cents a go.

It was gift of a Turkish eye at a nearby stand that really caught their attention this year.

Back in the forest, the conversation was now in full swing between Juliette and her philosopher mentor and friend, the little girl from just a little further down the street – who also just happened to be Irish.

I listened in with interest.

“I got this from the International Festival today.  It is supposed to bring you luck,” Juliette explained.

The little girl glanced at the amulet hanging around Juliette’s neck and replied that she too had one in her bedroom.  However, she added, the luck in hers had all run out.

“What do you mean ‘run out’?” Juliette asked.  “Do you mean like when a printer runs out of ink?”

“Exactly!” her friend replied. 

I could tell that Juliette was intrigued with the idea and wasn’t about to let it go. 

“Perhaps it hasn’t run out entirely,” she pondered.  “Perhaps it still protects you when you go to sleep?”

The girls walked in silence for a moment.

“I don’t think it does protect me when I sleep,” her friend declared, at last.  “because I don’t believe it works at all when I have my eyes closed.”

As the Spring sun shone through the trees and illuminated our path, I thought how lucky both girls were to have this opportunity to talk to one another and consider questions that, in the end, probably none of us can answer.

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