Luck

Luck.

A concept that everyone knows about. "He's down on his luck," you might hear. "There's no such thing as luck," says someone else. "Some guys have all the luck," goes the song.

There are lucky charms that you carry, lucky charms that you eat. Lucky pennies. Lucky numbers. There is good luck and there is bad luck.

On almost a daily basis I look around and wonder how in the world I got so lucky. I have a wonderful life: friends I adore, an education that I worked hard for, and a job that, even when stressful, I truly enjoy and am good at.



I don't have any good luck charms, but I do have this four leaf clover taped to my desk. Garrett found it for me almost two years ago "to cheer me up" when I found out a good friend had significantly advanced cancer. How he found that one four leaf clover in a field of thousands, I'll never know. But he was so proud of finding it, and it did cheer me up. I promised that I would hold onto it, because sometimes you need all the luck you can get.

Almost two years have passed, and I have kept my promise - I've still got that four leaf clover, and I see it several times a day; I run my fingers over it every time I sit down to work. Today, in the span of a few hours, several friends have taken turns for the worse and started hospice care - the chances of them surviving more than a few days is minimal, at best. I'm incredibly sad to have to say goodbye, although I am thankful that there will be an end to their suffering and pain.

And I am reminded, yet again, of just how lucky I am.