Sunday, September 18, 2005


There is much to be said for luck.

Normal people know this, of course. Only the utterly self absorbed, those who's arrogance and their true belief in themselves prevents insight, deny that luck has the slightest bit to play in their happy lives.

I am so lucky. The ways are impossible to count. My life, and all of our lives, can be thought of as so improbable as to be nearly impossible. Only luck of the highest sort can account for it. 100 years ago no-one would have put a single cent on my birth, which had to take place when my 4 sets of greatgrandparents met, some moving half way around the world to do so. Then random combinations of genes produced another filial, who's random eggs and more random sperm met to produce my mother and father. And one more so-improbable-that-it-could-never-happen-again-in-a-billion-copulations occured. And I was born.

On this basis alone I'm pretty damn lucky. And I could say the same thing about you.

But it doesn't stop there. My parents sent my drinking/parying/not studying ass to college where I was lucky enough to realize that if I didn't get my act together I'd end up as a looser and got involved in school.

After this time I met my wife. And this makes me so lucky that were I not a firm atheist, I'd consider this proof of God.

Because my wife is great. How great? Well, after getting home from work, I gave the kids a bath and had a beer. I'm now relaxing. The kids are in bed.

I'm a lucky, deeply lucky guy. And, btw, whenever I try my hand at and game of chance: I loose in direct proportion to my winnings in the greater game of chance, life.


Blogger Jean-Francois said...

I have to say it doc, one of your best pieces yet.

12:30 PM  
Blogger marybishop said...

I'm with put a smile on my face and made me think about how lucky I am too...(plus I'm a killer in cards!)

5:24 PM  

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