Lucky.....

[Lonesomedave]

I was playing free cell and listening to Nada Surf's, Lucky and while checking the track listings this little note caught my eye;

"If you're reading this, there's a 99.9% chance you're lucky. To be able to rejoice in the medium of music, to be able to read, write and communicate in a number of ways. Safe in the knowledge that once you've finished what you're doing you can return home, sheltered, warm and watered. Most people don't think about these things, but our sheer healthy, privileged existence is the luckiest thing in the world."

I liked that. So true.
Me, I'm lucky to be able to get out and run at my age. I'm lucky to have two fine granddaughters who make me proud and humble at the same time.
I'm lucky that I understand New York and it seems to understand me.
I'm lucky that after 42 years, a deferred dream came true.
I'm just about the luckiest person I know to have survived what I have gone through and come out of all that life has thrown at me in the last 60 years and not be bitter or sour or jealous.
I'm lucky that the Beach Boys make me feel like I'm 16 regardless of what the mirror tells me.

[studiogirl]

I'm pretty much a believer that we make our own luck.

I'm lucky that the Beach Boys make me feel like I'm 16 regardless of what the mirror tells me.

Always a good thing to pick an age and stick with it!



I don't think I'll bring up the cruelty of mirrors...

[Dar]

i have good luck at things too,at times:)

[RedRiverPatrol]

"Luck is where hard work meets opportunity."

I heard that attributed to Vince Lombardi. And there is no small amount of truth to it... however...

I do believe in luck, serendipity, and folks who have watched over me from above.

And I will gladly accept all the help I can get!

[MsUp]

I am so gratful, for all that I have. A combination of hard work, some luck along the way, and getting back ten fold what I've given from my heart. LIFE IS GOOD !

[TonyNYC]

LUCKY

I show up on Sunday,
throw a load of laundry
into the washer. My mother
keeps busy in the kitchen.
I sit on the couch, read
newspapers until some game
comes on TV. My brother’s
upstairs, still sleeping
last night off. The smell
of sauce simmers, fills
the house. My sister
and her kids are already

a half hour late. Mom
plops down next to me.
She’s sucking on lemon drops,
trying to stop smoking
again. We won’t mention
her recent hospital stay,
the endless tests, the guarded
prognosis, how the room
grew quiet and our faces
turned red when I helped
with her bed pan and sponge
bathed her the first time.
I slip off my sneakers,
stretch out my legs and lay
my head in her lap.

Wednesday, she had another
test. This time, no traces
of cancer were found. I close
my eyes, feel her fingers
twirl my thinning hair.
She says she’s getting up
early tomorrow morning, filling
her pocketbook with rolls
of quarters, buying a ticket
on the Atlantic City Special
and riding this lucky streak
until her right arm falls off.

[studiogirl]

Thank you, Tony. An unexpected but very welcome few moments of reading.

A random act of poetry....

How cool is that? (Very!)

[TonyNYC]

Glad you liked it Carolyn.

Yeah, the title of the thread made me think of something I wrote awhile ago and I couldn't help myself.