It started with seeing 2:22 on my clock before leaving for the evening shift.  Then the odometer turned 107,222 when stopping at a light. Later in the evening, my coworker pointed out to me that 2/22/10 will be my weekend off from work. When wanting to email a friend my latest 222 encounters with photos, my iPhone literally died on me requiring Apple to talk me through rebooting it. This same evening I drove for 1.5 hours to help a friend move out of storage. We talked in his kitchen for a while before I noticed over his shoulder a series of 222′s on his refrigerator magnet. On this day 222 was symbolic for HELP in more ways than one in my travels, my iPhone, and in major stressors related to helping a friend move out of storage.

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