While in North Carolina, during the autumn of 2001, a most horrific thing occurred. On 9-11-2001 our country was attacked by a fanatical cult of terrorists. The World Trade Center was decimated, and the pentagon was badly damaged. Strangely enough, 9+11+2+0+0+1=23. A global nightmarish synchronicity had occurred. I decided to investigate the tragedy even more; I soon discovered there where 23's involved all over the place. Let me begin. The last piece of metal was placed in the WTC on December, 23, 1970. The soil removed from the WTC footprint was used in a landfill in the Hudson River to create a new park; the landfill was 23 acres big. On July 23rd, 2001, just 7 weeks prior to the attacks, the New York Port Authority leased the entire WTC complex for 99 years. In 1999, Mayor Rudolph Guiliani created a crisis center on the 23rd floor of WTC 7 for instances of bad weather or a possible terrorists attack; this building also collapsed from all the damage. This was a huge 23 synchronicity, although a very terrible one as well.
During the Christmas season of that year, I went to Louisville, Kentucky, with my mother to visit relatives. On our return to North Carolina, she was driving. We were somewhere in West Virgina, and I was explaining synchronicity to her, as we drove. We were in the fast lane; In the slow, lane I could see a flat bed 18 wheeler truck. Underneath were a series of wenches for tightening the belts draped across the truck. The last one was wiggling and seemed to be loose. All of a sudden, the wench came off and crashed through the passenger side of the front windshield and landed in my lap. I was covered with glass, and my mom called the police on the cell phone. When the police arrived he told me how lucky I was; he had seen the same thing happen earlier that week, killing the passenger and the person in the back seat. He called for an ambulanced to help me get rid of all the glass. The ambulance showed up and helped me remove all the glass shardes. The ambulance was number 23. My mother and I looked strangely at each other, especially after the conversation we just had had.
During the Christmas season of that year, I went to Louisville, Kentucky, with my mother to visit relatives. On our return to North Carolina, she was driving. We were somewhere in West Virgina, and I was explaining synchronicity to her, as we drove. We were in the fast lane; In the slow, lane I could see a flat bed 18 wheeler truck. Underneath were a series of wenches for tightening the belts draped across the truck. The last one was wiggling and seemed to be loose. All of a sudden, the wench came off and crashed through the passenger side of the front windshield and landed in my lap. I was covered with glass, and my mom called the police on the cell phone. When the police arrived he told me how lucky I was; he had seen the same thing happen earlier that week, killing the passenger and the person in the back seat. He called for an ambulanced to help me get rid of all the glass. The ambulance showed up and helped me remove all the glass shardes. The ambulance was number 23. My mother and I looked strangely at each other, especially after the conversation we just had had.
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