I had a rabbit’s foot when I was young. My parents or Uncle Pete gave it to me. I was told carrying it would bring me good luck.
Maybe it does work. After all, I’ve lived through perilous times and survived some ill-advised events. Like the time in New Mexico’s Pecos Wilderness when I ignored advice to stay on the switchback trail, instead choosing a shortcut down the steep mountainside. About ten steps into my shortcut, I lost my footing and went helter-skelter, rapidly downhill for about 50-feet of eleva-tion, ending the descent with my head inches away from a huge, jagged boulder.