Lucky #13—A Lore Series
The Lore Library
Ever wonder why elevators skip it? Why hotels avoid it? Or why it’s wrapped in centuries of mystery?
From Norse mythology and the Last Supper to moon cycles and tarot cards, the number 13 has been feared, revered, and misunderstood across cultures for generations.
In this new blog segment, we’re unraveling the legends behind one of the world’s most mysterious numbers — and the truth might surprise you.
Today, I want to share our family connection to the number 13. Both great and maybe not as stellar.
As I have shared my Dad was a Seattle Police officer for nearly 40 years. He loved his job. Like, REALLY LOVED HIS JOB. He was a really great man. And an even better policeman. He spent over 20 years of hist time in the department as a k-9 officer. Yep! We grew up with police dogs as our family pets!!! It was really cool to me and I cherish my childhood memories. My Dad was K-9 13. Lucky # 13. My dad loved it. he didn’t like even numbers. I can’t remember why. I’ll ask his partner and my step mom.
So, we were k-9 13. And my earliest memories of connection are of me always pointing out when I saw the number 13. I was pretty young. But, 13. I have a memory with my mom one time we were checking in to a hotel.. I think in Spokane on a road trip to Missoulla. She pointed out that hotels don’t have 13th floors. Hmm. Weird to me. I had just started on my journey of the love of the #13.
I played volleyball in high school. Not well I was not and still am not very athletic. But, I probably had the number 13 at some point in time on a volleyball jersey.
My mom’s work was a sponsor of the old WHL Seattle Thunderbirds, and we had tickets behind the goal in the 2nd or 3rd rows at the mercer arena. You already know…
Whoever was #13 was gonna be my favorite. I’ll have to find my old programs and look up his name. And of course, I had an immediate crush on him. You know because I was in 5th and 6th grade and every older guy was really cute! Young infatuations.
There have been signs that I have shared with those who can appreciate them more than I and they are helping me open my mind and perspectives on signs and how and what we see them in the ways that we do. I had an instance one night driving home from one of my private golf club jobs. So tired and frustrated with the day I just had. I just wanted to get home. It was a hot summer night, and I was beat. I rolled down all my windows, opened my sunroof and blasted the music. I don’t remember what I was listening to. I know it depended on my tiredness and frustration levels. It was a quick drive on the freeway. Perfect amount of time to decompress and just let the day blow off of me on the drive home. I got stuck behind a semi truck. And on the freeway semi trucks in Washington state are frustrating to me. I just wanted to get home. I was stuck going 10mph less than the speed limit and this semi truck could not get up to speed. I had no choice but to notice the numbers on the back of the truck doors. In black blocky numbers 1313.
Hi Dad. Seeing 1313 and feeling stuck behind this truck, I had a feeling of a hand or voice saying, chill out. Don’t let your frustrations take over and get you into a road rage and pull stupid ass lane changes and stuff. So, I did. I watched those numbers the whole way. I stayed behind that truck until I took the off ramp to home.
About a month ago, ill verify, I had the craziest experience with the number 13. The text thread is shown and all I can say is that my perspectives are shifting. I'm not 100% convinced, however, I do know quite a lot of people who are true believers.
XOXO
BRI
