We got this piece of petrified wood from mom's house. I don't think mom stole it from The Petrified Forest National Park, but honestly, I don't know. Anyway, even if it was from within an inch of the periphery of The Petrified Forest National Park it doesn't matter, it's still stolen, yet it feels good, and not a curse. Mom had it for decades and had pretty good luck, by my reckoning. Some stones come here from outer space. Maybe someday somebody'll put the petrified wood on my grave, if i have one.