Lucky

 

When you get to the twilight of your years, you look back and say, “How did I get here?”

Lucky.

Born in a hospital instead of at home. A doctor realized when he pulled me out I was not breathing and beat life into me.

Lucky.

Born to a mother AND a father who provided me with food and shelter and made the rules of my youth and were able to support me until the end, with or without emotion.

Lucky.

Born Caucasian and male.

Lucky.

Raised in a middle class neighborhood with good education, country clubs, church on Sunday and yearly Christmas presents.

Lucky.

Accepted to a college with terrible SAT scores but avoided being drafted. Graduated in 4-years without any debt.

Lucky.

Experienced summers with crazy cousins at the beach learning how to sail and surf and get a taste of life away from parents.

Lucky.

Learned guitar well enough to make noise with others as performance art. Only later realizing the details of family history.

Lucky.

Having a bus stop at the front door and entertainment within walking distance. Learning to ride a bicycle.

Lucky.

Surviving youth without too many fights or accidents and no broken bones. Tonsils and appendix are not necessary to grow up.

Lucky.

Finding lust at an early age and not knowing what to do with it.

Lucky.

Having a recognizable name from almost famous dad.

Lucky.

Getting employment the same day. Being provided with salary increases on mere thought process and ability to illustrate ideas.

Lucky.

To learn the ability to read and comprehend, even with glasses.

Lucky.

To have been loved unconditionally and mostly unaware of what that meant. Late in life learned how lucky I was.

Lucky.

To have been on the roller coaster of credit cards and loans to have conquered debt and release the stress of money.

Lucky.

To not be the prime example of health, but feel fit as a fiddle with no pain or pills.

Lucky.

To have lasted this far in a quiet place that is dry and warm in the winter and cool enough in the summer to survive with enough money in the bank to possibly last to the end?

Unlucky.

To be in the Golden Years with a global pandemic and a ton of crazies armed to the hilt running amok while our home burns up to prove revelation was right.