Friday the 13th is an unlucky day. Not in a Jason sort of way. More like in a I-didn’t-win-the-1.7-billion-dollar-lottery kind of day.
It’s all good though. Luck comes in many forms.
Looking back on the events of April 13, I can really see that I’m the luckiest guy in the world.
There I was, high above London, riding the London Eye with my son and his friend. We actually made it!
And I actually caught him smiling (granted I had to sneak the picture, but it did happen!)
How lucky is that?
Roman philosopher Seneca once said, “Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.” (though probably not in English).
Looking over London was the perfect reminder of that.
I was giving these young men (and me) a trip of a lifetime. I was ABLE to give this trip to them. We were all healthy enough to travel to another country. On and on, there were so many reminders of how five years of preparation, and an opportunity through Instagram, would lead to that moment.
Even missed opportunities can be lucky.
Getting to a ramen restaurant too late prevented us from getting in.
So, we jumped at the chance to experience Sticks-n-Sushi right next door.
THE.BEST.SUSHI.I.EVER.HAD. (and my ultimate favorite restaurant of the whole trip)
That wouldn’t have happened if we were “on time”.
That wouldn’t have happened if we hadn’t gone to London.
That wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t ready to say “yes” just six months before.
Everything just fell into place perfectly.
Everything except my lottery numbers.