From my archives.
"I’m a lucky boy!" Those were the words Aubrey said when surveying his birthday stash. Although his life has been far from opulent, he seems to have been born with this attitude and he really does seem to have almost everything his heart really desires.
Yesterday afternoon I found myself delayed when my truck wouldn’t start. I had gone to a nearby technical college to take an exam, finished early and then was stuck there for four more hours waiting for first a mechanic to try and start it and then a tow truck to take it to my repair shop. I had a lot of time to think. Of course I spent a little time cursing the luck that kept me from getting home.
Then I realized how lucky I really was. If it had happened when I was out shopping in preparation for Aubrey’s little birthday celebration I would not have made it home with his gifts and would not have been able to make his cake. I was in a comfortable place with access to food and restrooms. And no one has to go anywhere today so no plans are spoiled for today. The men in the tow truck were very nice, dropped the truck and then dropped me off at the house.
This is how my luck often works. I’ve never won the lottery. I don’t think I have better than average luck at games of chance. There is just this lucky sort of protective grace that makes the bad things that happen not nearly as bad as they could have been and brings enough joy, love and fun into my life to tip the scales decidedly to the good.
THAT is Jupiter in action.