One Lucky Person

 The word lucky happens once in a blue moon. Maybe it’s when you hit the jackpot and win 1 million dollars or when it’s just a regular Tuesday and your mother surprises you with the best meal of your life. Well, after 15 years of my life, I consider myself a lucky person, and it is not because I gained a limousine but because I finally found another family that shows me what love is. I’m even lucky when I am disappointed because I avoided heartache down the road. I even consider myself lucky since I still remember them for the memories and the time they took for me when it was possible to squash me like a bug. Some might see it as a weight seeing light at the end of the tunnel, but I consider it a fortune. It just may be a fortune cookie that means nothing. I also consider myself lucky since not everyone can be saved, and no one could’ve helped them, not even God could do it. I also consider it lucky that I got to a better place on my own without help and my realization that I could only help myself. I’ll be honest; I don’t think anyone could’ve helped me with my luck since my journey could be considered confusing. The confusing part was I pretended to be happy without anyone, and if I asked for help, who would believe me when I seemed to be smiling? And I hate to be defensive, but I have to ask, where were others when this was going on? Plus, for 15 years I begged for the phone to be answered, but no one picked it up. Thankfully my family did, but they can only pick it up so much, and my parents can only temporarily lift me from lying on the floor soaked in tears and bloodshot eyes. I consider myself lucky to escape the storm since not everyone does. Help only selects who it wants to assist, and I wonder what I did to be chosen. I know that as time goes on I might be alone again from life’s passings, but I can live on memories, and I get the privilege to say, “I won’t forget you, buddy.” I’m lucky to have a future and path without potholes or speed bumps when there are people out there who try to live off the streets or don’t know what life they want to live. I’ll even say the losses I experienced made me lucky. For example, losing my grandfather made me appreciate him more than I did. What I wouldn’t do to hear “I’ll be goddamned.” I consider myself lucky because I get to be missed when I didn’t think I’d be at 15 years old. Getting to hear “You good, bud.” and “We’ve been missing you.” is the best reminder for me to know that I’m important to some people. Essentially, I’ve rewritten the stars. I’m also lucky to wake up thankful for what I have and the helpful personality I have. If leading a blind college student to a classroom voluntarily isn’t an example, then I don’t know what is. Guiding people is something I consider lucky to have when others just walk on. I see it as since I don’t know how to contribute with my words, I will with my actions. I’m lucky to see a slim chance I can give a woman a pearl necklace with actual diamonds that shine just like her. I’m also lucky to be in the diverse category. Why would I want to think the same when my thinking can do something more? People have even led me to luck. I scored an internship at a radio station, and that is all because of someone. I’m also lucky to be considered a ringmaster when others follow like circus animals. What I wish, though, was that being considered a master of ceremonies wasn’t the elevator ride to the respect level. I’m lucky to not be pressured by the camera when the person to my left chokes on air. It comes with a certain amplitude to be fine with the spotlight on you, and I’m so proud to be one to handle the pressure when a camcorder is on. I’m lucky to be a creator of a show. It may not be with a camera, but it’s with a soundboard and a microphone. With the life I’ve had, I’ll take it, no questions asked. I’m lucky to have two parents who command respect and to have the legacy of the lessons passed on to me. Challenge me, and I’ll eat you with a CM Punk truth. I’m lucky to be humble and want to help the homeless person not feel like beans for breakfast is not the only option. Speaking of breakfast, that is something else I’m grateful for. Who does not enjoy waking up to bacon, eggs, and fried potatoes? Despite our medical system not holding up to its standards, I’m lucky to live in a place where I have healthcare, where some have to get through the flu without medication. I’m also lucky to live in a country where we have some of the most beautiful women out there who are either American or foreign, and the best part is there are no illegal acts of someone from China being a model where I am. I will finally say I am lucky to have come from being a small mouse to a roaring lion in the most organic way possible. This luck came from a story that only one person lived, and that man is Sam Mitchell. Thank you for letting me share my luck.