I prayed to a Greek goddess as a joke and it actually worked

So this happened a year and half ago, during the summer. I had just dropped out of university and I was struggling to find a stable job to pay the bills, scraping short contracts in a museum gift shops here and there when they needed someone to sub for an employee on leave/holiday. Sometimes I worked 7 days/months so times were tough.

In parallel, one of my best friends who had just graduated needed a permanent employment contract asap so she could renew her visa, and just had an interview with a company for a position with a decent pay and tons of benefits.

So we were talking about our employment adventures and our serious need for luck when I joked “hey maybe we should pray to Tyche, The Greek Goddess of Fortune, for some of that luck!”. For context, my friend and I (mostly me but she still loves it) are huge Greek Mythology fans, so it didn’t came out of nowhere.

Then I thought fuck it, what do we have to lose. I grab a candle and a lighter as well as some bread, light up the candle, throw a piece of bread in it and bend over like “hey Tyche! So here’s the thing, my friends just had an interview and she really, REALLY needs that job, so if you wanted to give fate a little push that would be really nice. Also, and you don’t have to, but my life is a bit crappy right now so if you had some good luck to spare that would be very much appreciated. Okay thanks bye!” and I blew the candle. End of the joke.

LITERALLY THE NEXT DAY I get not one, but two phone calls. The first one was from the museum HR director offering me a full time contract for three months, and scheduling an interview for a permanent position I was interested in. The second one was from my grandmother who had spontaneously decided to send me 500€ ($587) so I could “have a less stressful summer while I was looking for a job!”

Two days later my friend text me she got the job, meaning she doesn’t have to worry about her visa status anymore.

Needless to say, Tyche got another piece of bread and an enthusiastic thank you.

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