Lucky Ticket Number 47

Of all the coincidences I’ve had in my 55 years, one of the most delightful involves the love my 22-year-old son has found with a wonderful young woman.

I often keep a journal of symbols or messages that come through dreams and meditation. One morning, just before waking, the number 47 appeared clearly in my mind. I wrote it down, thinking it might relate to a friend whose father had just died, but nothing quite fit. I kept wondering what it could mean.

Months later, my son’s new girlfriend came to visit. She set her phone down beside her, and I noticed a small ticket tucked under the clear case—number 47. My heart skipped. When I asked, she said some friendly strangers on a bus had given it to her for no reason, so she kept it for luck.

As someone who believes in signs, I took it as a blessing. To me, it meant she and my son were meant to be. (And yes, 4 + 7 = 11—the “angel number.”)

A few weeks later, I showed her a photo of my great-grandmother. She admired it and said, “You’re lucky to have pictures like that. I don’t have any of my ancestors.” The next day she returned, excited—her father had sent her, out of the blue, a photo of her great-grandparents. We both jumped up and down, laughing and marveling at it.

That night, after her father visited, the wall light in our lounge flickered for almost a minute. I couldn’t help but smile. I believe it was one more little sign that this young woman came into our lives with blessings from above.