None of this triskaidekaphobia stuff for Joneisha Jones.

None of this triskaidekaphobia stuff for Joneisha Jones.

No, she is not seeking ladders to walk under or a black cats to chase into her path, but the fear of the number 13?

Not a chance; Jones embraces the numeral, for in fact, it has set a tone in life from her birth.

“The number 13 has always been prominent for her,” said her mother, Tia Kilpatrick. “It’s been a blessing to her.”

Let us count the ways.

Joneisha, a junior at Wewahitchka Jr./Sr. High School, was born in Bay Medical Center in October 2000.

Okay, Oct. 13, a Friday, to be precise, just as her birthday will fall this week on a Friday.

Kilpatrick happened to be in Room 313 and Joneisha joined the world just after 1 p.m.; yes, yes, exactly 13 minutes after 1 p.m.

The frosting on the cake is that Joneisha entered this world at 13 pounds.

And it had been precisely 13 years, the staff at Bay Medical figured out, since the last 13-pound baby was born at the hospital.

“It’s probably the reason I like scary movies,” Jones said this week of the number 13, punctuating the sentence with a wide smile and infectious giggle.

That, her teachers indicated, is pretty much the way Joneisha goes through life, a life that began fraught with health challenges in the early days and the constant presence of the most unlucky of numbers, to most, at least.

“Joneisha, or JoJo as I call her, is a genuinely sweet young lady,” said Stephanie Wade. “From the first day I met her she radiated happiness.”

Peral Hunter added, “She always has a song or tune that brightens my day. Not only does she have a positive attitude and demeanor, but she is a consistent and creative student.”

Maybe part of that outlook stems not only from wearing the number 13 with defiant pride all her life, but also the household which Jones joined upon birth.

She was the only girl among Kilpatrick’s nine children, and the baby of the brood to boot.

“I was spoiled,” Jones said with the same smile and laughter.

The goal over the next two years is to make the grade to reach the University of Florida and ultimately medical school.

She aspires to be a physician.

“I like helping people,” Jones said. “It breaks my heart to see people struggle.

“I just want have a heart for people. I want to help people any way I can.”

That kindness, that gentleness, mixed in with good grades and behavior at home, earned Jones a special birthday present this week.

She came to town to the county courthouse where she earned her driver’s license and, with mom at the wheel for now, try out her new/used Volkswagen Beetle.