Today, on the second day of my New York trip, I felt my luck changing. Why? Because we went out for sushi and when I opened my package of wooden chopsticks, there were three individual chopsticks inside. Now getting three chopsticks seems as useless as three shoelaces in one package, but the waitress said that in her seven years of waitressing, she never saw this happen before, and said it was “for good luck.”
It is important to work hard and take chances, but let’s be honest with ourselves — there’s a lot of luck involved in life. Sometimes, we just find ourselves in the right place at the right time. I know there are some of you that think that everything is dependent on some “secret” or that God actually cares if you win the big game, but that’s insulting to the important concept of “LUCK.”
Getting three chopsticks is pure luck.
Unlucky is paying fifty bucks to take a romantic buggy ride through Central Park and getting stuck with a driver who spends the whole trip gossiping on her phone with her girlfriend from Brooklyn.
Unlucky is getting a modeling job where you have to sit around Rockefeller Center in your underwear… in late December.
Unlucky is coming to New York to take a photo of your family in front of the “big tree,” not realizing that 1000 other families are also there, blocking your view.
We had a nice day, so we were lucky.