I'm not an overly superstitious guy. I don't get freaked out when I spill milk, black cats don't send chills up my spine, and I hate it when people feel the need to tap their heads when they say "touch wood". But the number 15 seems to have a some-what auspicious connection with my life.
Here's some examples;
15th December 1996 - I ran through a barbed wire fence on a motorbike and ripped my right leg to shreds. You can see a picture here.
15th December 2003 - Started my job with TAFE.
15th December 2003 - parents moved out of the family home into a much smaller place to fund their retirement.
15th March 2004 - my maternal grandfather drops dead of a massive heart attack while holidaying in Perth.
15th March 2005 - my third niece, Sarah is born, turning a sad occasion into a very happy one.
15th November 2007 - my paternal grandfather finally succumbs to lung cancer.
15th November 2008 - my cousin's son is born, once again turning a sad occasion into a happy one.
The only time I won any sort of significant money was on roulette. Yup, you guessed it, I played the number 15.
Oh and the last one... I currently weigh 15 stone (well 15.1459872 according to Google).
Like I said, I'm definitely not superstitious, but the number 15 comes into play way too often in my life to ignore it.
I think I might go get "15" tattooed down my back 15 times by a guy with the IQ of 15 who has just finished a 15 year jail term for selling cocaine to 15 year old school boys.
Not that I'm superstitious or anything.