Feeling Lucky
$365 million dollars. That’s how much money I didn’t win last night.
I don’t buy a ticket every week, but I was feeling lucky and the payoff was big. When Maddog and I were at the grocery store checkout counter the other day she said to me, “let’s buy some lottery tickets; I’m feeling lucky.” I took that as a Sign, and bought five quick-pick tickets. I said that quick prayer, as I’m sure we all do: “Please let me win.” I took the tickets home and waited for the drawing. I was feeling lucky.
The weather here was terrible last night; it had been sleeting on and off all day. When Maddog left to go on her evening runs, I said another quick prayer: “Please protect her and bring her home safely.” As soon as I thought it, another thought popped into my head: “Which do you want?”
Could you even imagine receiving both pieces of news together: “You won the lottery, but your girlfriend was killed in a tragic accident on her way home.” Just the thought made me ill. “Bring her home safely” I thought; “give somebody else the money.”
Later that night I was upstairs when I heard the garage door open. She came to find me, something she doesn’t always do: “You shoulda seen it,” she uttered breathlessly. “I hit a patch of ice and did the most perfect 180 degree donut right in the middle of Germantown Parkway!” A shiver went down my spine. “Lucky there weren’t any cars coming.” On Germantown Parkway? There are always cars coming! “Yeah,” I thought. "Lucky."
We were curled up together on the couch watching the Olympics when the winning lottery numbers scrolled across the bottom of the screen. None of our tickets matched.
We didn’t win $365 million dollars, but I sure am feeling lucky.
Peace.
I don’t buy a ticket every week, but I was feeling lucky and the payoff was big. When Maddog and I were at the grocery store checkout counter the other day she said to me, “let’s buy some lottery tickets; I’m feeling lucky.” I took that as a Sign, and bought five quick-pick tickets. I said that quick prayer, as I’m sure we all do: “Please let me win.” I took the tickets home and waited for the drawing. I was feeling lucky.
The weather here was terrible last night; it had been sleeting on and off all day. When Maddog left to go on her evening runs, I said another quick prayer: “Please protect her and bring her home safely.” As soon as I thought it, another thought popped into my head: “Which do you want?”
Could you even imagine receiving both pieces of news together: “You won the lottery, but your girlfriend was killed in a tragic accident on her way home.” Just the thought made me ill. “Bring her home safely” I thought; “give somebody else the money.”
Later that night I was upstairs when I heard the garage door open. She came to find me, something she doesn’t always do: “You shoulda seen it,” she uttered breathlessly. “I hit a patch of ice and did the most perfect 180 degree donut right in the middle of Germantown Parkway!” A shiver went down my spine. “Lucky there weren’t any cars coming.” On Germantown Parkway? There are always cars coming! “Yeah,” I thought. "Lucky."
We were curled up together on the couch watching the Olympics when the winning lottery numbers scrolled across the bottom of the screen. None of our tickets matched.
We didn’t win $365 million dollars, but I sure am feeling lucky.
Peace.
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