Luck is just weird. The only thing certain about luck is that it will eventually change.
The last time I posted to this blog was on Friday, March 7.
On that day, I bared my soul and pondered a string of bad luck that seemed to
be following me around over the past year.
I posted that blog at 2:46 pm.
Four hours later, I arrived at a friend’s 30th
birthday party to take photos for the event. I got out of my truck, pulled my
camera out of its case, walked around the back of my vehicle, and snapped this
photo of some party guests on the balcony…
This image captures the exact moment that my luck changed.
See the guy in the suit? I didn’t know it when I took this
picture, but within days, he would be my lucky charm and I would be his.
Today is his birthday, and I want him to know that “lucky”
doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel over the fact that he was born - and that
the universe saw fit to have the two of us collide.
Happy birthday, Fisherman. Thank you for reminding me that most of the time, you make your own luck.
