The View from a Drawbridge

I’ve never considered myself to be a particularly lucky person. I’ve never hit more than two numbers on the lottery. I’ve never bought a dusty item at a yard sale that turned out to be worth millions (or even hundreds). I’ve never dated anyone who didn’t turn out to be just as bat sh** crazy as I am. I’ve never been discovered for my talents. I’ve never gotten in on the ground floor of a really lucrative investment. I’ve never inherited anything of note. I’m not outstandingly beautiful, and Lord knows I don’t have the metabolism of a hummingbird. I’ve never caught a baseball while sitting in the stands.

But the other day I had a sneezing fit while going down the highway in rush hour traffic, and when it was over I realized I’d probably gone the length of two football fields with my eyes closed, surrounded on all sides by other cars. It’s good to be alive.

And I always seem to manage to get the best dogs on the planet. What are the odds?

I am employed at a time when jobs are hard to come by.

I have been born white and American at a time when that seems to accord me privileges that I didn’t earn and mostly do not deserve.

So far, knock on wood, I haven’t had any life-threatening health issues. I’ve even managed to make it through major surgery. And now I have decent health insurance, thanks to Obamacare.

I have the best sister in the world, and the most amazing friends.

And I have to say that I have fallen in love with this blog.

So I guess I’m pretty darned lucky after all.

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