Luck

Do you ever feel like somedays just destined to be disasters? That you would have been better off not even trying, to just stay close to home and not attempt anything more than making a cup of coffee and reading a book?

I say this because of what happened to me this morning. I was standing at the back exit when the bus stopped, and driver said in the intercom to have a nice day. I looked up to him and waved and said thanks. As I did that I saw the front door open, and so I hopped down the steps to get off, right into the back door which was not open. I barely got my hand up in time to cushion my face from the impact of the glass, leaving me scrunched against the door. Then the door opened and I fell out into the gutter.

That has to be placed in a similar category as the time I asked a lady to dance on Saturday night, who was wearing a spaghetti strapped top. We were having a fine time, until my hand got caught under the strap as I lead her into a spin. I pulled my hand back and it slid along under the strap and into the front of her top. Its not easy to explain that away as an accident. She never did dance with me again after that. At least her top stayed up.

But if you are afraid of bad luck you will never get good luck. For the one time that the dance didn't go too well I have had a hundred that are so good they stay in my thoughts the next week.

And what looks like bad luck can turn on an inch or two. A couple of days ago while riding my bicycle on a downhill stretch of city sidewalk, a worker walked in front of me, carrying a board over his shoulder, straight up. I wasnt sure if he saw me when he got to a door, opened it, and started bringing the board down to horizontal so he could clear the door frame. I could see the board coming down, and lowered myself just enough to feel it graze over the top of my hat.