Jerry Gilbert (31 Dec 2010)

Since Memorial day of 2010 I've had numerous, repeated and unexpected encounters with the number "333".

It all started when I woke up in the middle of the night and saw the clock read precisely 3:33 am. This happened again, the exact same way, for the next three nights ... (It may have been more. I wasn't counting.)   

Then, one afternoon in early June, (just a few days later) while driving my car, I glanced at the dashboard clock and it read exactly 3:33.

A few days later, as I was reading in my den one afternoon, I glanced up at a clock radio sitting on the library table. It read "3:33". The thing is, that clock wasn't even set right. A storm interrupted the power exactly 3 hours and 33 minutes earlier (resetting it to 12:00.)

The various types of encounters continued: Walmart selling Fall mums for $3.33; car license plates ending in 333; taxis company phone number on the side of their cabs all 3s...

Then, almost every time I looked at my cellphone the time ended with a "3" ...e.g., 1:23, 2:53, etc.  

Still, I occasionally saw the clock read 3:33 and I felt it was the Father's way of saying "Howdy"... "I'm here and I've gotcha covered, son".

Now, here in late December, 2010, just a few nights ago, I hopped into my car after getting a Starbucks and the odometer read 230333.  I just had to take a picture.  

Jerry Gilbert