Lucky Day

Have you ever met someone who seems to have all the luck when it comes to something? I know someone who seems to always be the victim in an accident and never the perpetrator. My grown son. What’s with that? Cars always hit him. He never hits them. He is a great driver. He has that good driver’s sense. It’s been a long time since he got a speeding ticket. I think he racked up his quota of speeding tickets before his run of good luck. The funny thing is that everyone who hits him has great insurance. Plus, his car, or mine as fate would have it in today’s accident, always looks better than before the accident. It runs better too. I should be upset. After all, it was my car. I ask about injuries, (I have to throw that in here as not to seem hardened) and there were none, I smile a little, shake my head and say a prayer of thanksgiving. I have learned to count the blessing in anyway the are given. My car needed a paint job in the worst way. Funny, but this may have been my lucky day.