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Hank is a freelance contributor. The opinions expressed here are his own and do not necessarily reflect the opinion of insidecostarica.com. 

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Sunday  09 February 2003 

"My Lucky Pen"
 
Every time I pick it up it has significance. It is not just a tool to write with, it is an anchor of faith.
If I do not use it correctly, it will bring me bad luck,
if I use it consciously, it will bestow upon me great fortune and good times.
 
But I have to remember to use it! I want to keep it safe and preserve it
but that is not what pens are made for.
They need to be used and that is when they work best.
 
But I do not want it to run out. Because that brings bad luck as well.
So, what do I do? I need to find the perfect balance between use and rest
and make it last as long as possible.
And thus I will extend the duration of my good fortune to its highest level.
 
There, piece of cake...thing is, I have more than one pen like this.
It is also a "lucky" writing instrument and for the same reasons as it colleague.
How long can I keep the other without using it?
Does it have a shelve life?
Will it go bad?
 
Maybe I need to put them both to work, alternating their use.
Things to decide, and how does one schedule this?
 
How does one come into possession of a "lucky" pen? Or, in my case; two "lucky" pens?
 
The blunt answer to this is superstition.
You have to suffer from that.
It is not exactly supported by clean, Judean Christian believes
and lacks the religious foundation that comes with these kind of faiths, but it can be comforting.
 
The strange thing is, I am not superstitious at all. I walk under ladders all the time,
pat black cats whenever I can, regardless of their direction,
I sit relaxed in the thirteenth row of any airliner, stay on thirteenth floors without any worries
and break mirrors as a pastime.
 
So, what is it with this damn pen? Well, the source is the reason.
These pens were given to me when I least expected it and they were accompanied by a calendar.
Both carried religious writings, one in English and one in Spanish.
 
The inscriptions did not mean much to me
but the time and the place where I received these gifts are very significant.
 
It was around Christmas, three years ago.
In an office on the second floor of Mall San Pedro in San Jose.
 


Hank

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