Luck

It's Monday morning and we're finally starting to see some sunshine after a few days of wet and cloudy weather. California could use the rain, and a lot more of it, so I'm not complaining. It does tend to make me sit up straighter and make my smile tad bit wider, though, when the sun is out after days of being in a semi-dark room.

February is just about here and I amazed at how fast this month has slipped past me. Last few days I have been thinking about the word "luck" and how it all depends on one's own viewpoint whether it is luck or not. Here is what I mean.

I have read about how someone had won the lottery and people were saying how lucky that person was to now be a millionaire. Actually, though, a year later that person's life was worse off. Would have been better if they had never won the lottery. In their perspective they weren't lucky at all.

Then, last week we all saw on the news about that U.S. airplane that crashed into NY's Hudson river and how everyone survived. One could say that they were lucky and unlucky. Was a terrible ordeal to go through, but was almost a miracle to have survived.

Which brings this to my own life. Someone seeing me could say that I was not very lucky. They perceive that because I am in a wheelchair and on a ventilator that my life is unlucky. Now, I don't fault anyone for thinking that since they are looking more with their eyes and don't fully understand what this lifestyle is like. Life is challenging for all of us and this is just my challenge.

I honestly believe that I am one of the luckiest guys in the world and, though each day can be physically challenging, I know it could be a lot worse. I could easily write several pages on how wonderful my family and friends have been. Whenever I have needed something like a ride somewhere, something fixed, etc., they have always been there. Yep! I'm a pretty lucky guy, but actually ... I like the word "blessed" instead.

Cheers,

Mark