I have never held numbers
to any real important significance to me outside of my various math classes.
However, these are a few instances of numbers which have value to me as a
person.
Numbers are cool, but what are the real uses of such? |
The first number that has impacted me would be the number
2. This number is important to me on two fronts. Firstly, on its relevance to
my brother and I always being the pair to take on the world. We were the “2
Dailey boys,” just as willing to cause some mischief or be the extra help
needed in everyday house chores and bigger jobs like mowing the 4 acres of land
our grandparents owned. Whenever times were really up in the air, knowing that
I had a brother to back me up, and me to him is one of the most comforting and
closest-held thought to my whole being.
While this is not a picture as I do not have one on hand, but this is similar to the type of pictures we would take as tots. |
This number gained more significance in 3rd
grade, where my younger sister came into the world, now not only did I have a
younger brother a few years apart from my own age, but a small baby sister from
which to share my wisdom and dumb puns with. I can remember being frightened by
the new task of having to partially help raise this small girl, I did not
really know what I was up against. My brother and I got along so well, (and not
so well at times) as a result of being close enough in age, this in turn and
also being guys, we liked the same things. I did not know how to be a big
brother to a little sister, but I am eternally grateful to be that person for
her. These 2 siblings are my best friends in the world and I would not trade
them for anything. In fact, I can state hardheartedly that I would trade myself
for them if it came down to it.
We aren't this close however. |
This number also has significance to me directly marked
toward my own birth. I was born premature, the 2 being in that my weight was extremely small at 2 pounds 9 ounces.
With the complications of my birth, it is a wonder as to my survival, as many
others before me that would also be considered premature have had either
medical disabilities or not at all, as t. As their small bodies were not
developed enough to live outside the womb. The CDC even claims, “Preterm birth is the greatest contributor
to infant death, with most preterm-related deaths occurring among babies who
were born very preterm (before 32 weeks).” I was a lucky one. I would contribute
my own life to that of my parents having the intuition to be around Grand
Rapids during my expected arrival so that I would have the best chance at life.
This best chance was given to me by the city, being the home of Spectrum
Health, a hospital which specialized in ‘preemies,’ and to that of the various
doctors and nurses who worked tirelessly to keep me breathing.
This is the the logo of the same hospital that I was born in. |
The next number I would mark significance to myself would
be the number 67, this ties into my birth as 67 is a rather nice number in both
my parent’s minds, it is after this day that I was given a good bill of health
and was allowed to go home after spending the extra two months in and out of an
incubator.
This child is not a picture of me at this age. Although this is a representation of what I did look like at the time, granted my head was much bigger and bulbous. |
Another
number of note is that of the number 5, my birthday is September 5th,
specifically in the year 1997, this happened to be Labor day, it is a little
ironic on the grounds that my mother was in “labor” during this day meant to
recognize laborers themselves (but when you think about it, aren’t mothers some
of the hardest-working, yet under-appreciated laborers out there?).
We should probably have more of these holidays |
This number, well more specifically in terms of my birthday is important to me because it is always when school seemed to start up again. So I can recall in my youth, always being excited for my birthday coming up only to be reminded that around the corner was a new year of school, which in it of itself I suppose I was excited for, but I couldn’t let my parents know that after all, what sane kid likes school?
I can remember when I was like this girl
just about every day when i returned from school.
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This is not my graduation class, but these are the very same class colors of my high school back home. |
Just like this number tree. |