I decided to write numbers when I was seventeen years old for some reason, and I forgot about it until a few days later, while waiting for a friend at a gas station, I noticed a yellow Hummer enter the store and emerge with lottery tickets. I thought I should play those numbers as if it were an emergency, but I was too shy to ask someone to play them for me. A few days later, I checked, and the numbers won millions in the exact order I had written them down. At that point, I concluded that someone or something was trying to harm me, so I haven't played the lottery yet since I'm fairly certain that if I had won, I would have died.