I May be Houndni's Son??
This past Halloween my dear old dad turned 80 years old, my how time flies when you are having fun. Good God ya all, that means I must be getting up there my self. I better break out the Grecian formula, extra strength. Well enough about my vanity, there is an interesting and strange fact about my dad's birthday that is kind of eerie and weird. He was born the same day and year as the great magician Houndini died: October 31, 1926. Another weird fact is; Houndini died at the grace hospital in Detroit, Michigan right across the river from where my dad and I presently live, OOO that's scary.
Houndini, arguable one of the greatest magicians in history was felled by peritonites, a condition caused by the rupturing of the appendix, that poisons the body. He had a trick where he would take full power punches to his body and not be harmed by flexing his abdominal muscles. In during a show in Montreal a certain McGill university student named J. Gordon Whitehead came back stage and punched Houndini before he was ready, thus rupturing his appendix. Houndini being the consummate showman soldiered on to his next gig in Detroit. He collaspsed on stage there and died in hospital a few days later. I must add a footnote, hey way to be to a Canadian for be resposible for the death of the great Houndini. Stand up job Mr Whitehead, you need a metal or something.
Anyways, due to the fact that my dear old dad entered this veil of tears the same day as houndini left, made me think of an intriguing possibility. That my dad is the reincarnation of Houndini, there are many striking similarities between them First as I said before Houndini could probly be argued to be one of the greatest magicians and escapist in the world. He had a great mechanical aptitude and could design and build great complex magic tricks.My dad, being a professional engineer, has a great aptitude and ability to design. I know in his professional life he was always desiging and figuring out problems. On the domestic front if anything needed to be fixed or renovated or added to my father would get out the pencil and paper and figure it out. We saved thousands of dollars on repair and contractor's bills, due to my dad's great ability to solve problems, maybe they should send him to the middle east to figure that mess out. That maybe even beyond his capabilities.
Houndini was a master at disappearing, so is my father, especially when he goes to the Canadian Tire store or Wal- mart. Sometimes we have to send in a tracking dog to find him.
Another weird fact is althought my father was born in Niaragra Falls, Ontario, he ultimately ended up residing in and around Windsor, Ontario right across the river from Detroit. Could this be an example of Houndini"s spirit returning to the place of it's death for some strange reason. I do not know this maybe a case for the X-files.
Another fact to think about was Houndini was indirectly killed by a McGill university student. My dad is a graduate of the University Of Toronto , could this be an example of college rivarly gone way too far. I do not know it gives one something to ponder. I do not know if I have inherited any of Houndini's?
/Dad's traits. I really do not have much of an mechanical aptitude. I have more of interest in history or books, and asian nurses(O Sorry, I digress). I am not really good at making thinks disappear, except for food and people's patience. Sometimes I do get lost and disappear. Well I am not totally sure if I believe in reincarnation, but It makes one wonder, eh?
I found out some other strange facts about Houndini's death, when I was researching it. First of all he was 52 years of age when he went to the great beyond. 52 is the exact number of cards in a deck of playing cards, one of the basic parts of a magicians bag of tricks, interesting, eh? He was born 26 years before the start of the 20th century and he died 26 years after the 20th century started. Also 26 X 2 is 52. Also I have been written up exactly 26 times at work for disciplinary problems. O the hairs on the back of my neck are going up.
I would just like to say in conclusion, Happy birthday to my dear old dad. I could not ask for a better and kinder father, who has helped me innumerable times over the years and has shown a great amount of love and patience, and is a great role model to me. Thanks for everything dad and may you rant and roar for another 80years.
Houndini, arguable one of the greatest magicians in history was felled by peritonites, a condition caused by the rupturing of the appendix, that poisons the body. He had a trick where he would take full power punches to his body and not be harmed by flexing his abdominal muscles. In during a show in Montreal a certain McGill university student named J. Gordon Whitehead came back stage and punched Houndini before he was ready, thus rupturing his appendix. Houndini being the consummate showman soldiered on to his next gig in Detroit. He collaspsed on stage there and died in hospital a few days later. I must add a footnote, hey way to be to a Canadian for be resposible for the death of the great Houndini. Stand up job Mr Whitehead, you need a metal or something.
Anyways, due to the fact that my dear old dad entered this veil of tears the same day as houndini left, made me think of an intriguing possibility. That my dad is the reincarnation of Houndini, there are many striking similarities between them First as I said before Houndini could probly be argued to be one of the greatest magicians and escapist in the world. He had a great mechanical aptitude and could design and build great complex magic tricks.My dad, being a professional engineer, has a great aptitude and ability to design. I know in his professional life he was always desiging and figuring out problems. On the domestic front if anything needed to be fixed or renovated or added to my father would get out the pencil and paper and figure it out. We saved thousands of dollars on repair and contractor's bills, due to my dad's great ability to solve problems, maybe they should send him to the middle east to figure that mess out. That maybe even beyond his capabilities.
Houndini was a master at disappearing, so is my father, especially when he goes to the Canadian Tire store or Wal- mart. Sometimes we have to send in a tracking dog to find him.
Another weird fact is althought my father was born in Niaragra Falls, Ontario, he ultimately ended up residing in and around Windsor, Ontario right across the river from Detroit. Could this be an example of Houndini"s spirit returning to the place of it's death for some strange reason. I do not know this maybe a case for the X-files.
Another fact to think about was Houndini was indirectly killed by a McGill university student. My dad is a graduate of the University Of Toronto , could this be an example of college rivarly gone way too far. I do not know it gives one something to ponder. I do not know if I have inherited any of Houndini's?
/Dad's traits. I really do not have much of an mechanical aptitude. I have more of interest in history or books, and asian nurses(O Sorry, I digress). I am not really good at making thinks disappear, except for food and people's patience. Sometimes I do get lost and disappear. Well I am not totally sure if I believe in reincarnation, but It makes one wonder, eh?
I found out some other strange facts about Houndini's death, when I was researching it. First of all he was 52 years of age when he went to the great beyond. 52 is the exact number of cards in a deck of playing cards, one of the basic parts of a magicians bag of tricks, interesting, eh? He was born 26 years before the start of the 20th century and he died 26 years after the 20th century started. Also 26 X 2 is 52. Also I have been written up exactly 26 times at work for disciplinary problems. O the hairs on the back of my neck are going up.
I would just like to say in conclusion, Happy birthday to my dear old dad. I could not ask for a better and kinder father, who has helped me innumerable times over the years and has shown a great amount of love and patience, and is a great role model to me. Thanks for everything dad and may you rant and roar for another 80years.
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