Don't answer the phone

Before I post mine I've just experienced something weird; I came across this site by chance and after reading through a couple of the stories I was about to go back to where I was searching before I found this site and as I got back to the main page I saw the clock display picture was at 12.34. For the past 21 years this number and time has figured so prominently in my life and as yet I have been unable to ascertain why; however, it's now spurred me on to share my own coincidence and read through the rest. Back in the days when we received wage packets with our cash inside, I was still living at home. Every Friday I would walk in the back door, take my wage packet out of my bag and pop it on a specific shelf in the kitchen. I had done this every week for 7 years. Another thing I would never do at work would be answer the phone before we opened (I would often get to work anywhere between 8 - 8.30 but we never opened for business until 9) as I figured if I did it once customers would then expect one of us to answer before opening hours on a regular basis. So one Saturday morning I was sat at the desk sorting out that days paperwork; the time was 8.17 and the phone rang. I never gave a split second thought about the time as I picked it up and answered the call, to find my Mum on the other end telling me my Dad had a heart attack in a town 200 miles away (he was working away). I left work immediately and went home to get Mum and brother where we headed to my Dad's head office and his boss drove us to the hospital he was in. My Dad would often spend the mornings on his own at work but for some reason that Saturday morning, one of his crew had gone out with him and was there when needed and phoned 999 for an ambulance. At the time the whole of the county they were in, had only one ambulance with a defibrillator on board; this is the very ambulance that got sent out to my Dad. Thankfully he survived but it was touch and go for a few days and so we were told we would need to stay up there so we could be close by in case anything happened. Having no money on us we were worried about what we would do, when I opened my bag to take out a packet of cigarettes (I've given up since) to see my wage packet (the very one that for 7 years I would put on a shelf on a Friday night) still sitting in my handbag that Saturday morning.