The word lucky: according to Webster, means: having good luck, producing or resulting in good, by chance, seeming to bring good luck.All very desirous virtues for one to possess or seek after. But how often have you heard someone say: S/he’s so lucky, or that person is lucky to be… And it’s usually after something terrible has happened? The question then is: at what point did such a person start and/or stop being lucky? Luck then would seem to me to be, a state of having or being left with the best of an otherwise bad or terrible situation. Therefore, to be really lucky, or for one to truly appreciate how lucky one is, such a person must first be: "unlucky or unfortunate." Take this headline for example: Man 'lucky to be alive' after he was trapped under telegraph pole
Luck for this man is relative to the end or after effect of the earlier occurrences. (The not so lucky parts.) At what point then, did this person start being lucky? And what, or who was he before and after that point? Read the story here My lucky break So here is my "lucky" break, if one may call it that: Lucky." a few days ago, I had this experience which got me to thinking about the whole issue of luck, or being lucky. I’m a bus driver. I had changed my regular bus on this day because there were some minor repairs to be done on it. I have a bracket setup on my regular bus’ dashboard, where I place my cell phone so as not to be handling it while driving, plus: I sometimes run the camera (just-in-case I should capture something interesting on the road) Because this current vehicle which I am now driving on this day is to be only for temporary purposes, I did not bother to: uninstall and reinstall my bracket setups. Instead, I just rested my cell phone on or near the dashboard of this bus, and forgot about it, as usual. About halfway through one of my trips, I saw from the corner of my eye, as if something fell from my bus. Thinking that it might have been a passenger who disposed of something, (an illegal act) I was searching to see if I could detect a suspect who might have done it, but not seeing any tell-tale signs, I continued along on my way, while keeping a watchful eye over my passengers. After getting to my destination and having all passengers off the bus, I parked and then reached for my phone (as usual) to continue the writings which I was doing earlier, but I couldn’t find my phone. That was when it clicked: the thing which fell from the bus down the road, was actually my phone. (Bad luck, very bad luck) I immediately turned around and went back to search for it. I happened to have a good idea where to start looking, (good luck?) Having just about 40 minutes to spare before the next trip, I had was to hurry. Making sure to go past the point where I needed to start looking, I then turn around, and reduced my speed to start the search. I noticed one of those road service crew vehicles (those with flashing amber lights and arrows which serves to detour vehicles around them,) (good luck?) I pulled up behind and stopped, then went to ask for assistance in helping me to find it, but this person was already there to do another job, so she called for help, which she said would be there shortly. After waiting for a while and seeing the time slipping away, I decided to continue the search on my own. With the hazard lights still going, I drove on or close to the shoulder, while scanning the road surface for sightings. And then: voila! There it was, the phone and its case from which it had popped and was separated on the impact. (Good luck?) After stopping my vehicle and getting out, I had was to cross two lanes of highway traffic to the other side (with very careful timing,) retrieve the device and then cross back to my bus, so I have found my phone which I thought was lost and gone for good. (Good luck?) With not much time remaining before my next trip, I just securely store away the device and went back to work. The next break time between trips, afforded me enough time to inspect the device, well, the screen was cracked, the back cover on one side was open slightly, and rested adjarred on the volume and power switches. (Bad luck?) I tried the power button: nothing- not good. Not very long afterward though, I heard the sounds of incoming messages- (very good,) the thing still works, only needed to release the jammed power and volume buttons. (Good luck?) Upon closer scrutiny, I noticed that the back cover was not that easily removed, it is held securely together with two small screws, which must first be removed in order to remove the back cover, so all I needed to do was to wait until I get the time and tool to do the job. (Not too bad?) But then I discovered that: these are very unique and very small screws, which needed special tools to undo. (Bad luck?) My research has found though, that this tool can be bought at some hardware store so after I’m done here, I shall be going out in search of said tool, (good luck?) in the meantime: I can still receive calls, (good luck?) but cannot make them until I rectify the issue with the jammed power button. (Bad luck?) So, until then: if you need me? you call me, because I can’t call you. ((Bad or good luck?) How lucky am I So, how lucky am I? Really? I remember once I had a case at the traffic court… More on this in part 2 of this article, coming in a couple of days. Join us then. Tell us how lucky (or unlucky) you are via the comments area below.
0 Comments
Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorE Lloyd Kelly is an Author, poet and blogger born in Jamaica W.i. to Raglan and Alma Kelly. Now lives in Montreal Qc. where when not writing, he drives a shuttle bus between campuses at McGill university Via: Poetry Foundation
Archives
January 2019
|