Number Twelve- That was my lucky number. How couldn't it have been, it was on everything I owned and saw. From food orders to baseball shirts, it was always there, following me.

Well, until I got a little bit older that was. My lucky number just seemed to vanish from my life, like it was never there in the first place. This wasn't a big deal, of course, no one is ever too concerned with random numbers.

But a couple of years later it began again, but it wasn't the same. Now instead of lucky twelve, it was the number ten. I started to see it everywhere, from bus stops to school papers and even in my college dorm, it seemed to be everywhere I looked.

I went online, trying to find some explanation of this phenomenon that was happening to me. I found some interesting things, dipping into Numerology and Astrology, but try with all my might I couldn't find a good answer for the longest time.

Until I found a forum with some people talking about seeing the same number over and over. Most of them saw numbers like 333, 444, or something like that, but nowhere could I find anything on what had happened to me. The numbers I saw had changed...

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I decided just to ignore it, it was probably just a series of coincidences that could never really be explained, and so I did. I got out of school, got a boring desk job and that was that. Life was so bland for me. I was a middle-aged man working a desk job without any real friends.

Until the heart-attack.

I was rushed to the hospital after collapsing at work, I remember the sirens of the ambulance blaring as I went in and out of consciousness. I survived, of course, and woke up to the mildly relieved faces of the doctors tending to me. That's when I saw it, the number four. It was everywhere, on the T.V, the room number, and everywhere I looked.

Then I realized something. I've lived so long ignoring these numbers and what they've been trying to tell me, that I've been ignoring the truth. From Twelve to four the numbers have been counting down, like a clock. Growing smaller and smaller as I grow older and older, and only now I saw it.

I saw my life play out before me, how I had done nothing with my time here. How easily I was to describe and how wasteful my life had been. Now the number I see has changed to a one, and I know I don't have much time left.

So please, use me as an example. Don't let your life run out, don't let the numbers hit zero without living first.