A handful of wisdom to start your week, every Monday.

Age: 25
Postmark: Louisiana

This week’s memory exercise: write about a time when LUCK was a factor in your life.  Could be good luck, bad luck, hard luck, no luck, Lucky Charms…be creative!  As always, don’t worry about making any great point, just try to present one vivid scene. 


38 responses to “Advice from a Millionaire”

  1. Siya Brown says:

    Ode to Luck:
    How do I come across thee in my times of need?
    I think hope is lost and you appear with great speed
    It is as if you can sense my desperation
    You answer my beck and call and greet me with elation
    I needed you for a special class
    A project was due and the date had passed
    But oh sweet luck you came my way
    And lo and behold you saved the day
    I received a B, just perfect for me
    When my other friends had gotten a C
    Why do you love me? I do not know
    But I appreciate the mercy you show
    You know me so well
    And as far as I can tell
    My future with you will be quite swell

    Yo, how do I luck out?

  2. Larry Iaccio says:

    I personally don’t believe in luck. I believe each person make his or her own luck with the things that they do and the way they live. If a person is hard-working, kind-hearted, and means well, then of course they will have ‘good luck’ just as a lazy, mean, ill-intended, person will have bad luck. There are many times throughout life when it seems the good people always get the short end of the stick while the people who least deserve it get all the spoils and riches. Maybe this part of life can be attributed to luck because I have no idea why that happens. What I do believe in is karma though, so what comes around goes around, no good deed goes unpunished ect. ect. The universe has to have a way of balancing itself out so maybe if a person comes into bad fortune when they really seem like an amazing individual, it could possibly be just a bit of serendipity catching up to them.

  3. Nick Gangi says:

    I personally do not really believe in luck nor do I consider myself a lucky person. Whenever I’m hoping that something will go one way, it tends to go another. Therefore, I don’t think I’m very lucky and I don’t think that luck is a real thing that affects people’s lives. I have various memories of times where things in my life did not go as I had hoped. Last year I had wanted to go see Muse in concert, one of my favorite bands. My friends and I were planning on going to see them one weekend. A few weeks prior to the concert, my cross country coaches told my team that the team was going on an overnight trip the same weekend as the concert. This had crushed my friends’ hopes of going to this concert. After accepting the fact that we would not be going to the concert, we hoped that the trip would be fun and exciting. When we did get there, there was absolutely nothing to do and the trip ended up being a total letdown. Overall, this whole experience was an unlucky one and a reason that I do not believe in luck.

  4. Richard Chen says:

    As a child, I watched the greatest show of my generation every Saturday morning at ten o’clock. The show consisted of animal-like creatures, gyms, and badges. The main characters in the show were human, who “captured” these creatures using a sphere that resembled a fishing bobber. This show was Pokemon. Every kid in the first grade, second grade, third grade, and so on was obsessed with Pokemon. I saw classmates with Pokemon shoes, backpacks, lunch boxes, pencils, and stuffed animals. Yet, the most coveted Pokemon collectibles were the trading cards – especially the holographic ones.
    I had Pokemon cards, but not many. My parents would never pay money for “waste paper”, as they would call it (I kind of agree with them now). My best friend in the first grade, however; got a new pack of Pokemon cards everyday in his lunchbox, as if Pokemon cards were fruit snacks or baby carrots. I was always a bit envious, so I whined to my parents everyday to just buy one pack of cards. After weeks of whining, my parents gave in.
    I still remember that day. We drove to the local Rite-Aid, where they sold Pokemon cards in the front like candy. I couldn’t help but smile as I walked into the store. Eyeing the packets of cards in their shiny, metallic-looking packaging, my mind thought “buy them all”. But, being an obedient child, I picked only one out. My parents paid at the register and handed the cards to me. I couldn’t wait. I had to open them right then and there. Like Charlie in “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory”, I teared the packaging slowly, hoping that a holographic card – my “golden ticket” – would appear. The first card emerged, and it was a regular one. I fanned out the cards in my hands, and saw a sparkle – hidden between the second and fourth card. It was a holographic Pokemon card! I was ecstatic, revealing all my emotion through the huge grin on my face. I felt like I won the lottery or a trip to Wonka’s factory. Luck was definitely part of it, since the appearance of these rare cards were slim. As we drove home, I still couldn’t believe my eyes. Reality, it seemed like, didn’t seep in yet. I had one of the best Pokemon cards ever, and I will never forget the feeling that rushed through my body when I saw it. I felt so lucky that day, and I wanted to try my luck again. My parents said no. It was okay though, because that one card already made my day.

  5. Chad says:

    It was a 2nd and 10 on roughly the opposing teams 30 yard line going into the endzone. This was my senior year and it was my first two minute drive of the season. It was a cirtical moment to get momentum over the other team in the game. My coach calls in the play “Loose right blue 77.” Loose right was the formation, 77 meant all recievers run go routes and blue was protection for my offensive lineman. Being the quarterback I walk up to the line and see a Cover 2 by the defense. There are two safteys deep on each hashmark and a huge gap into between them for me to throw. I knew I was going to go there with the ball. But, right when I said hike and the play developed the safties rolled into a cover 3. I was screwed. This fade route I was going to throw before was now a longshot against a cover 3. The saftey is right in the middle of the field. Being the idiot I was,I decided to throw it there anyway. As soon as the ball left my hands, I yelled “no!!!” The ball traveled in the air, right above the leaping linebackers hands and right in front of the saftey. Not only did my reciever catch it, but he spun and scored a touchdown. This was nothing short of lucky.

  6. Emily Croke says:

    The running joke with my friends from back home is that I am the most unlucky person in the world. I always seem to find a way to get in trouble or mess up what I am doing. I could be doing the exact same thing as someone else however I would be the one to mess it up, because I am unlucky. However the truth of the matter is that I am a very lucky person. The family I have been given and the life my parents have provided for me is all the luck I need. I am lucky enough to have sisters that I am close with and can go to with any problem I have, because chances are, they have been through it once before. My parents, god bless them, have put up with a lot of trouble I have given them, and for that I am thankful. I am extremely lucky to have the life I do, and that is all the luck I need.

  7. Holly Osifat says:

    There’s been a lot of times when I should have gotten into a lot of trouble and somehow got out of it. One time I was at a party when the cops showed up because of a noise complaint from a neighbor. They only came in because they saw beer bottles and a bong sitting in the window. They didn’t get anyone in trouble they just told us to keep the noise down and throw away the empty beer bottles and move the bong. Another time last winter i was in the car with three of my friends and we were drifing in the Buck County Community College parking lot and we slid on ice into a ditch and my friends car got stuck. Security came and said they had to call the cops because we were trespassing but somehow we convinced them not to and got our friends dad to pull us out of the ditch instead without getting into trouble. They’re just two instances, but theres been many more times ive been in places i shouldnt have or have done things that i should have been in trouble for and somehow got lucky and got off the hook.

  8. Oishika Vaid says:

    Luck! A 4 letter word that can change a person’s perspective in life. It did for me. As a child I was a strong believer in luck. In fact this was something I used to protect my self esteem with. Every time I would do badly in an exam, I would associate my results with bad luck. This in my opinion, is the story of every child’s life.

    My believe in luck only became stronger towards the end of the 8th grade. That is when I read “The Zoya Factor” by Anuja Chauhan (Indian author), my favorite book which has definitely influenced my thoughts and views on “luck”. In this book there are characters that believe in luck and some that don’t and gradually we see that luck does not truly exist. It is our faith in something or someone that makes us feel that it is lucky. Thus after reading this book several times, I realized that one has to make their own luck in this world. It is not something that can be self generated. And I am the kind of person who doesn’t believe or learn something until I experience it for myself. Thus, this book was like an experience as I felt like one of the characters in that book.

    There have been many instances in my life where I felt that luck did not truly exist. However, I never gave much thought to this feeling until I read this book. Every time I studied and went for a exam and did well, I’d realize that it was true effort and not luck. Therefore, I learnt that luck is really not that important. It is your belief in yourself that is more important.

  9. Anonymous says:

    Tyler said:
    Luck. Oh boy do I have none. In fact, I think I have quite the opposite of luck in my life. But you don’t hear me complaining. In fact, I find my lack of luck comical. Because if you can’t laugh at yourself, who can you laugh at?
    As far as luck goes, I’ve heard you can make your own luck, control your own destiny. But as a devout Christian, I don’t believe that luck exists. Coincidence and luck are God’s way of being anonymous in our lives. So to me, any time I happen to be in the right place at the right time is a direct result of God watching over me in my life. Many times I’ve been a split second before or after what could have been a disaster. Like the way my car wouldn’t start on the first try, as I watched an intoxicated driver swerve into the lane I was about to enter if my car started the first time. I don’t consider this luck, I know this is God watching over me.

  10. Anonymous says:

    You might say the idea of “luck” and I have a love-hate relationship. Even more so now that I don’t really believe in it. I believe in fate, karma and fortunate situations but I would never call myself lucky. I would call myself blessed. Luck is to bland or general of a term for me it reminds me of leprechauns, four -leaf clovers and other weird things with a stereotypical Irish feel to it. Luck just isn’t a powerful enough term. Whenever there’s a natural disaster weeks later the world will hear about some person who was able to survive throughout all of that, live under rubble for 8 days or something wild like that. Something that meaningful and powerful cannot be placed under luck. it’s a miracle. Think about it would you rather “make your own luck” or “choose your own destiny”? My answer is always going to be the destiny. So no i would never consider myself lucky, I’m blessed. Because luck is temporary a blessing, feels like forever
    -Bisa

  11. Andy Wells says:

    Have you ever played poker with someone who has no idea what the hell they’re doing? It sucks. I know, it sounds awesome. You can simply take their money, right? Only sometimes. In my case, absolutely not. One night I was playing with my brother, aunt, uncle, and little cousin. My cousin was eight years old and had absolutely no idea how to play. She sat to my right, fidgeting in her chair, betting out of turn on every single hand. But strangely enough, she kept winning hands. Almost every hand. And she took a lot of chips. She was winning not because she convinced us to fold, but because she simply had the best cards literally every single time. She did not fold once. As my chip stack fell, my temper rose. On my final hand, I was dealt good cards. I ended up with a flush- a slam dunk in Texas Hold ’em. Naturally I bet high. The odds were in my favor, so I went all-in. But my little cousin decided to stay in the hand. When the time came to show our cards, I showed my flush and grinned. She flipped over her cards and asked, “what do I have?” She didn’t even know that she had a full house. She had to be told that she won the hand. There’s no explanation except for ridiculous luck in her favor. I had to keep telling myself to be mature and not snap at her. She went on to win the game easily, and rubbed it in all night.

  12. Darian says:

    I got very luck at point pleasant beach in 2008. There are carnival games all over the boardwalk but I asked my family if we could go into the arcade. My parents gave each of the kids $10 to play a couple of games before we went out to lunch. I wanted the best bang for my buck so I didn’t want to use my money to get tickets to trade in for something that was less than ten dollars. I went strait to the crane machine with the iPod touch in it. My mom laughed at me. She said that i was going to waste all my money because you can never win on those. I replayed with a big fat smile and said want to bet? She bet me that if i got an iPod out she would give me the money the iPod was worth to go shopping with. As she watched my last try on the machine come up with a pretty new iPod all the color drained from her face and i screamed for joy. Luck was definitely on my side that day.

  13. Amanda Plaksin says:

    I’m a delivery driver for Papa John’s, making two-dollar tips and spending too much money on gas to work. One time I was walking to my car after a run, when I found a $50 dollar bill on the ground. That was the luckiest night I can recall of my life, and the first time I had ever seen one.

  14. Liesl Blum says:

    I got really lucky when picking a roommate for college. I knew a few people from my high school who were coming here but I wanted to room with someone new to get to know more people and branch out a little. However, I was really nervous about going completely random so I decided to use the Roombug application that Temple offers for Facebook. Here you can create a profile with little things about you and you can try and find people who you feel would be a good match for you to live with. After asking 3 or 4 girls that I thought I would possibly get along with to be my roommate only to be told they already had a roommate I was getting frustrated and was about to just go completely random. But one of my friends suggested I ask just one more person. So I kept looking and ended up asking another girl. I messaged her about rooming and turned out she was in the same boat as me and would love to room with me. I had originally planned on rooming in Johnson because two of my best guy friends were living there but she had already had a room in White Hall. I decided to give up Johnson and just live in White Hall. I am so thankful that I did. My roommate and I get along so well and I have so much fun living with her. Not only that but most of the people in our hall are good friends and we all hang out. This may be a little distracting when trying to get work done, but it helped me become comfortable away from home and I now have a great group of people If I had given up looking for a roommate or chosen to live in Johnson, my whole college experience would be different. I’m so thankful and lucky everything turned out the way it did.

  15. Luck is in almost every aspect of life. One occasion that particularly sticks out in my mind is when I was striving to get home for thanksgiving. I was flying out on the worst possible day to fly out on it was the Wednesday before thanksgiving. I thought the lines for security were going to span the world twice over. As I approached it was vacant. It was like a deserted island not a sole in site. So I simply walked throw the security check point. Then I found my gate and I proceeded to sit down. I then found out that the flight ahead of mine was delayed. I then became nervous. I then decided to ask the man if I could get on the plane that was before mine. He checked and then let me on. I was so relieved when I got on to the earlier flight that I slept all the way to my destination.

  16. Charles Cramer says:

    I would have to say if there was any specific time where luck was on my side, I would have to say it was this year. It all started when I began when my dad was getting on my case about college. I had applied to several colleges, and had been accepted to several. Although I had really wanted to go to Drexel, I had not applied yet, it was February 27th! The deadline to apply to Drexel was March 1st! I had one day to submit an application, I did so hurriedly. I ended up applying at about 9 p.m. the 28th of February. I now just had to wait, so that’s just what I did. So about a month or two went by and I got an acceptance letter to Drexel, I was ecstatic! I called my dad, my mom, my grandparents, and anyone else I could think of. Now I just had to worry about paying for it Drexel. This is the single luckiest thing that has ever happened to me: my dad said don’t worry about paying for college, I have a G.I. bill and I will transfer it to you. That meant that I had free college…I was speechless. But about a month later we found out that Drexel is a private school, and the G.I. bill would only cover $17,500. But luckily Drexel has a yellow ribbon program that promises to cover the rest of the tuition that a veteran cannot. When I found out, I was so relieved!

  17. Bekah Smith says:

    My family and I almost died once. We were driving to my grandparents’ house for my brother’s birthday. I couldn’t have been more than ten years old. In the middle of January on a long weekend, we were driving in a blizzard. The fattest snow flakes I had ever seen landed on my window. The air was so cold they didn’t get the chance to dissolve. The tiny crystals turned to ice right on the glass. My brother and I were bundled up in our puffy Eskimo jackets, each of us strapped in tight to our seats. My father, the aggressive driver, turned the wheel and tapped the gas relatively gentle for him. My mother, nervous with my father at the wheel, gripped her seat and the handle affixed to the ceiling.
    Before I knew it, our car was veering off the road and smashed into the guardrail of a bridge. Both slowly and quickly at the same time, our SUV tipped over the guardrail. One moment my brother was at my side, the next he was beneath me, tears streaming from his eyes. Never had I heard my mother scream like she had. Through my brother’s window, I saw the pavement below the bridge, a car passing beneath us.
    We all thought we were going to die. Our car was so far over the railing that it was impossible not to think so. But then, somehow, we fell back over, tires firmly planted back where they belonged.
    Some people would say some deity out there in the great beyond was looking out for us. I’m not sure I believe that, but I do believe that every kind of logic pointed to our deaths that day. No way could any one of us survived that fall from the bridge. My whole family would have been wiped out in a matter of minutes. So I believe it is lucky. Some really good luck.

  18. Anonymous says:

    Evan Ostrow said…

    The smell of sweat was hanging in the air as a gentle breeze rustled caressed my unsteady hands. The midsummer heat was wearing on us all. The four of us were in as close of a game of horse as is possible. Benny had H-O-R, and Dash, Kevin, and I had H-O-R-S. Benny was by far the best Basketball player, and it was his turn after me. If I missed this next shot he would easily sink a difficult shot that would put us all away. I had to go for broke hear, or be constantly bugged by Benny about losing for the next couple days. Walking out to half court I sharply turned to face the net. It seemed to be miles away; I would never make this, but I couldn’t turn back now. Gripping the large orange ball in my hands I bent my legs and exploded off the ground, using all the muscles in my body to launch the ball in the air. That moment seemed to freeze in time. The ball curved in a high arc.. damn.. the shot was a little off center. SWISH. The ball brushed on a tree branch. Then time sped up. And another SWISH!! YEAH!!! I went on to win the game and have good luck for the next couple days as well.

  19. Garrett Baker says:

    Luck was a confusing and strange part of my life for a few months in the beginning of high school. I’m not however, talking about the concept of luck, rather a more physical form of “Luck.” I met this girl whose last name was of course “Luck.” we really only spent a couple of times actually together, because she moved to Indiana shortly after we met. We continued to keep in touch although i knew the distance would prevent anything from actually happening. So we went on and kept talking as friends but it just kind of died off. But one day she called me and said that she was on her way here to Philly in her car. I didn’t believe her because after a little while she said her mom called her and told her to come back home. If she was already half way here why would a simple phone call make her want to drive back an extra 300 miles. And what are the chances that her “mom” would call her at the same exact moment when her and I were on the phone while driving…? So long story short I never talked to her again, but it sure was some weird “Luck” at that point in my life.

  20. Andrew Chau says:

    I can say that I am a lucky person. What reason you may ask? It is because I am Asian. People always ask me, “How is that possible?” and “That’s racist”. To all of my doubters, I would explain all the times that I have avoided trouble simply because “all Asians look the same”.
    Back in 11th grade, before one of my classes, I tried to pull up the window shade. The room was simply too dark. I pulled and pulled; however the shade would not come down. The stubborn shade had bested me. That was until I yanked it one final time with as much force as the police shown to the occupy movement. The shade had been partially torn; it teetered on the edge of staying together or falling. My teacher was in the room, prepping for the upcoming class. There was no doubt that I would be in trouble, as I arrived in class far before everyone else. Before my teacher had the time to look up, the rest of the class had started to pile in. He did not get the time to investigate the noise and class had begun. For a second, I thought that I was home free since he did not see the torn shade and I would have left class before he could give it a glance. That was until the next morning.
    I entered school as I always did every morning, through the double doors on the side of the building and typically with one of my friends. As I entered, I had noticed my teacher standing near the entrance; he was in the middle of talking to another teacher. I walked behind him, hoping that he wouldn’t notice. He didn’t until he called, “Boys. I have to talk to you two about something”. My fears were flushed as he said he had something to say to us two, not me. He immediately said, “I know you broke the shade”. Well, here comes my fear again. He stared at each of us in the eye before saying, “Henry, I know you broke the shade”. Henry, I thought, that’s a funny way of saying my name? Then it just dawned on me, he was talking to my friend and not me. Kevin denied the accusations because he was in the bathroom. My teacher looked him even closer in the eye and said, “Alright, I believe you”. Then and there, my teacher had just walked off. He didn’t even bother to look or question me; it was a case of mistaken identity. I had just gotten away from trouble with the skins of my teeth.

    All I have to say right now is that, I broke the shades.

  21. Edric Garcia says:

    My mother and aunt have always been obsessed with the casino, and therefore it was no surprise that they took me to the smoker’s haven when I turned 18. I had a hundred dollars that I accumulated for my birthday, and I was not too eager to part from it, but I thought I would give my relatives the satisfaction of having another member of the family gamble. Oh yeah, and my older cousin Danny came too. The night started out okay enough, the air was thick with cigarette smoke and breathing was a challenge, however, I was going even on the slots and that was enough to keep my mind of the huge wad of tar building up in my lungs. Eventually I started to lose money and I wanted something big. Then, as I was walking down one of the aisles, I saw it, a slot machine with a film noir style to it. The noise of rain and heavy smell of tobacco made the machine come alive. I walked over to the gleaming silver beacon of hope in my ever growing deficit of money. “You wanta try, babe.” said a sweet female voice, I assumed it was the tall blond girl on the front of the machine. However appealing, something kept me from sitting at the machine. Just then, my cousin Danny came by. “Are you going to play this machine?” He asked. “No” I replied, in a voice that sounded more like question instead of a statement. I decided to turn around, and no sooner had I done so, when I heard a loud buzzing and ringing, much like the emergency sirens from and ambulence. “You’re one hell of a detective” came the melodious female voice from behind me. I turned to see my cousin’s face in shock with money flowing out of the machine like a river of green papery algae. I went home without a single dollar.

  22. Brandon Katz says:

    I’ve always said, “It’s not luck: it’s skill.”

    One of my pet peeves is when someone calls my hard work “luck.” For example, I have received a 100% on every math final it took in high school up to AP calculus BC. Each time, I was elated when I saw my grade and very proud of myself. A good friend of mine, Jim (A very competitive, manly man), laughed and told me how lucky I got. “Luck?” I said. “There was no luck here – only hard, arduous work.” Jim’s statement upset me. I studied math until I saw matrices in windows and it was tedious and boring but I knew the work would pay off. Hearing Jim write my work off as “luck” made me think less of him and his work ethic.

    On the flip side, I wasn’t so great at Biology. I studied my hardest, but the memorization was too much for me to handle. I felt confident of about 75% of my answers on the final. The rest… well… I either got lucky or knew more than I thought I did. Either way, I squeezed out a high B and was ok with that. I’d like to think my grade was a result of my hard work, but I have a sneaking suspicion that a bit of luck helped.

    Everything from schoolwork to Frisbee involves hard work. And while I think old fashion elbow grease is a necessity to do well, some luck can’t hurt one bit.

  23. Kevin Bernstein says:

    During senior year, once accepted to a college the second most important thing you must accomplish beside orientation and class is housing. I had absolutely no clue how to go about using Temple’s website in order to reserve a room. Luckily I planned on rooming with one of my good friends matt. We, like most people, waited until the very last possible second to try and get housing for the first year of college. I remember the night we called each other and spent a good 2 hours on the phone trying to sort everything out. After coming down to the wire, we some how got a room in Hardwick that two other students had dropped for whatever reason. I considered us being very lucky or else we would have had to commute this entire semester. If that be the case all the things I learned and experienced thus far would have been completely different. On top of just being able to live on campus, I got to do it with my best friend. We have had our ups and downs but in the end I feel like were closer as friends and as people who communicate on the same level. I really consider myself lucky for everything I have in my life. My family, my friends, and all the opportunities I have been giving. So I am very lucky and thankful for everything in my life.

  24. Molly Driscoll says:

    My family is very Irish so you would think we would have those little lucky leprechauns on our side right? We should have the luck of the Irish. Wrong. My family tends to have the worst luck, especially me. I remember this one day during freshman year when it was just a series of unlucky events one after the other. Now, freshman year is bad enough. You’re all awkward and nervous freshman year, trying to find a stable group of friends and hoping not to get made fun of by upper classmen. Well, it’s safe to say that unlucky day was more embarrassing than anything else.
    It was a rainy day and my mom dropped me off in front of school as usual. As I got out of the car I dunked my foot and jean in a huge puddle, okay not too bad it was raining out and I was bound to get wet. But, as I was running to get under the awning without soaking the rest of me, my wet feet along with the slippery cement made me make a complete wipe out. As this wipe out occurred, my books flew out of my bag. Okay, so here comes the luck that I just don’t have. That was so embarrassing, mostly because so many people saw. But, I just got up and tried to brush it off. I collected all drenched books and papers and piled them back into my bag. I then just walked into school, walking ever so cautiously. Unfortunately the bad luck didn’t end there.
    About halfway through the day I had lunch. When I went to bathroom in the beginning of lunch I walked in and looked in the mirror. I turned around to see if the back of my legs or butt was dirty. And there, I saw a hole right by butt. I was mortified. I had been walking around school since the fall with a hole in my jeans right by my butt, awesome. Who had seen this?! Why didn’t anyone tell me?! Well I guess the hole wasn’t that noticeable, I was praying no one had seen it, although I’m sure people did. If only the luck ended there.
    My last class of the day was math, I always loved math it just came easy to me. The teacher always began the class by asking us to turn in our homework. When I went to grab my homework I saw that due to the fall is was all muddy, soaked, and ripped up. That stupid fall! Even though I’m sure no one else cared that my homework looked like that I was freaking out. Now, my teacher saw it was complete and let me re-copy it, so it worked out. However, that fall began one of the most unlucky days I have ever had. Or as my family says, the curse of the Driscoll luck.

  25. David Sadlowski says:

    I guess I would consider myself lucky because of how i got into Temple. Ever since the first time I visited Temple, I loved it. There was no other college i would have rather went to then temple. I didn’t have bad grades, I had a 3.4 gpa, so i was confident I would get in. I got good test scores as well, so there was another confidence booster, but that is not how things worked out. I was placed on the waiting list. It was probably the worst four months of my life. I was stressed because i didn’t apply anywhere other than Temple. In about the beginning of April, i got switched off the waiting list, and on to hold, so i started even stressing more. Finally on May 3rd, two days after the deadline to enroll at Temple, I got accepted. I know it was hard work that got me here, but I could say there was a bit of luck as well.

  26. Emily Moyer says:

    January 15, 2009

    This was one of the luckiest days I’d ever had. My friend and I had gotten tickets to see The Fray, my second favorite band, at the TLA. We arrived super early, two hours in-fact so we could get as close to the stage as possible. Once we got in line we were about ten people behind and the crew who work at the TLA made us move to this really dark alley and it started snowing. After about an hour of freezing our asses off, a crew member that worked for The Fray came around to the alley and started handing out flyers that read “First 25 people to buy a shirt gets a pass to meet the band.” So me and my friend freak out and when it was time to go into the venue we rushed inside to buy our shirts. We decided to split up, I would get the shirts while she would hold a place near the stage. After cutting in front of an old woman I managed to buy 2 shirts and asked for the wristband passes and at first the merch guy told me I could only take one but I begged and his co-worker let me take the other one. That night I met The Fray and they are some of the most friendly guys I have ever met. They signed our shirts and took a picture with us.

    Photo evidence:

    http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/208440_1035303494218_1574371132_30106436_7133_n.jpg

  27. Lindsey Cohen says:

    There are always those days where everything tends to just be in you’re favor. For me, I know those are the days when I am lucky. I do not necessarily believe in luck but when everything is in you’re favor, I guess I would consider that luck.

  28. Giovanni Adiletta says:

    http://a20.video2.blip.tv/12100000978649/Shotgunvideo-credits874.mpg?brs=2888&bri=5.6

    Im the third clip, starting at 13 seconds into the video.

    That day I went skateboarding with my friends Nick (who was filming) and my friend Seth (the one in the distance), and the skate spot is outside of Franklin Mill Mall. Its funny because you ask us to think about a memory and write about it as vividly as we can, but I actually don’t remember hitting my head at all. Even a couple hours after the fall I still couldn’t remember things that happened that day, so I tried to think of things that I would automatically know to see if I had permanent brain injuries like my class schedule but I couldn’t remember that either. It was really one of the weirdest experiences of my life, not being able to remember anything is very scary and I felt so out of it because I couldn’t remember things that I would typically know. I waited a few hours to see if my memory would start to come back to me, and if it didn’t I was going to go to the hospital. Luckily enough, by the end of the day everything was back to normal. I was very lucky that I did not receive any permanent injuries, I know I should have worn a helmet.

  29. Tess Drudy says:

    I don’t really believe in luck. I’m a firm believer in “everything happens for a reason”. I guess you could believe in both.. but I feel like the two contradict. I mean luck is a result of chance.. and in my opinion things don’t happen by chance, there’s a purpose for things happening. I wish people luck, but all i mean is i hope they do well. I sometimes call people lucky dogs.. but that’s just because I think what has happened to them is really great. Luck for me is just a way of congratulating someone or wishing someone well. So anything that has happened to me that has been fortunate or “lucky”, well I just call those blessings. My life is FULL of blessings. My family, my friends, my home, my puppy, my health, those aren’t things I have by luck, they are things I have been blessed with. So when I have a good day, I just think of Nicki MInaj. “No I’m not lucky, I’m blessed.”

  30. Krupa Khatri says:

    When I was young, my family and I visited my relatives in India. Ironically, one of my most memorable experiences about that trip was the flight back home. The plane ride was almost twenty hours long with one scheduled stop. I didn’t mind at first, but I could only sit between my parents in an enclosed area for so long. After the plane made its stop, I was relieved the flight was almost halfway over. Twenty minutes passed. I was expecting the plane to take off soon. An hour passed, but the plane didn’t move. I was getting restless. I wasn’t alone as the other passengers began to interrogate the flight attendants. The flight attendants told us to stay calm as the plane got noisier, and remained noisier. The captain’s voice silenced us. Apparently, the plane was experiencing technical difficulties and had to stop unexpectedly. If it hadn’t been discovered, then we would have landed somewhere in the Atlantic. Whether this was luck or just the captain’s skills, I don’t know, I’m just glad it happened. Landing unexpectedly in Paris wasn’t bad either.

  31. Patrick Carvalho says:

    Luck does not come too often for me, but there have been a few times in my life where I was lucky. Throughout high school I used to procrastinate very much leaving all of my homework for the last minute. No matter how big the assignment I would wait for the night before, or even a few hours before that day to get the assignment done. This was very dumb of me to do, and would put my grades in jeopardy. Even though I would always get my work done there were many close calls. One particular time I was very lucky, and due to that luck I was not penalized for my procrastination. I had a big assignment due for my law class that was worth twenty percent of my overall grade. We were told about this assignment many weeks in advance, but of course I only started working on it the night before. It was about 11pm when I began looking through the assignment to see what had to be done. I was confident that I could finish, but as it got until 2 in the morning I could not focus any longer, and I fell asleep on my bed with my book still in my hand. I new they were calling for snow that day, but they were only planning for light snow later on in the day. To my amazement and luck when I woke up at 6:30am for school I witnessed a thick layer of snow outside. I went to my moms room since she would always be watching the news and asked if there was school. With a smile on her face she told me there was no school, and I took a breath of relief. I was able to finish my assignment and turn it in, and it was due to mother nature and luck. This was just one time in my life when I was lucky.

  32. Luckym Dinh says:

    The time I was lucky was when I found money when I was walking. It was a twenty dollar bill. I was so happy. Then I overheard a girl in front of me lost twenty dollars from her pocket. I thought to myself I could keep it without her ever knowing. But then I felt guilty so I tapped her on the shoulder and said, “Hey, I think you dropped this.” She was so happy and thanked me. I may not have found luck that day but I did make someone smile.

  33. Rachel Beecher says:

    I am a very superstitious person. I mean of all kinds. I don’t walk under ladders, step on cracks on the sidewalk, I’ll throw salt over my shoulders, and I will not be anywhere near an umbrella open inside of a building. I mean I have a black cat, so that one doesn’t really count. But I definitely believe in luck and karma and ghosts and superstitions and all of that. Every time I walk down the street and I see a penny sitting on the ground, I make sure to check if it is heads up or heads down. If it’s heads up, I always pick it up and put it in my jacket pocket; I can’t tell you how many jackets have four or five pennies in the right pocket.
    If it’s tails up, on the other hand, I take a second, bend over, and flip it tails up. After all, pennies are only lucky if they’re heads up. And if I can’t use that penny’s luck, someone else should be able to.
    Haven’t you heard of making your own luck?

  34. Tracey Young says:

    I have always been told that I’m an insanely lucky person. I do have occasional streaks of bad luck, but most of the time, I like to think I’m pretty lucky.

    It was during one of the incredibly rare streaks of bad luck that I found myself misplacing and forgetting everything, from where I put my glass to turning in major homework assignments that I’d been working on for weeks. It took me until I got pneumonia over my birthday to realize it, but once I did, it felt like a horrifying nightmare that would never end. This horrible bad luck streak lasted for nearly 3 weeks, but when it finally ended, I felt so happy that I bought myself a mini chocolate cake to celebrate.

  35. Lilly Kuriakose says:

    A few years back during one of my summer breaks I was sitting home really bored. So I was watching this show called ‘Everybody loves Raymond’ on TV. As I was watching it there was an ad that said during this episode, if you see the secret word then you can go online and enter for a chance to win $1000. As I was watching the show I saw the word and so I decided to just enter the contest for fun. But when I went online it said that you have to be 18 or older to enter. Since I was not 18 at that time I decided to put my sister’s name (had no hope of winning). Then a month or two passed by and we got a mail. I opened the mail and it said Annu (my sister) is the winner of the$1000. My sister didn’t even know about this and then she saw that she won something. I was so mad because it was me who entered the contest but it had to come in her name. So I’m not sure whose luck it was but we won $1000 and we were so excited and happy. That’s all that matters!!! 🙂

  36. Shilpa Shegu says:

    I always felt as though I was pretty bad with luck. Things would seem to go well at first but slowly become a big mess. I think the only time when good luck was ever on my side was when my dad and I got into a car accident a few years ago one summer. In my whole life I have been through 4 car accidents and each time it was just my dad and I in the car. The first time was when a cop car hit us when I was 6 years old, the second time when I was 8, the third time when I was 11, and the fourth time when I was 14. Each time luckily nothing serious happened to neither my dad nor I. It was not only luck but a blessing to be safe and given another chance.

  37. Kelley Hey says:

    When I was in my pre-teens, I always read Tiger Beat, J-14, and BOP magazines. One day I decided to fill out one of the forms in the back of a BOP magazine to enter to win prizes. I did not think I would actually win anything, but I thought it would be fun just to enter anyway. About a month after I sent in my entry, I got a letter in the mail saying I had won makeup from the magazine! It was only one of the smaller prizes, but I was still so surprised and happy that I actually won something. After I had received the letter notifying me of my prize, it was a long wait for the prize. I remember waiting and waiting and thinking that I had been duped and that my prize was not coming. Finally, after a few weeks, the makeup came in the mail. I had finally received my prize! Even though, it was not the biggest prize I could win, at the time I thought it was still lucky to have won something, even if it was only makeup.

  38. Nima Karvar says:

    I know that I have had the worst luck. It is taking me forever to even ponder of a time where I was considering myself lucky. The only time, that is worth mentioning, where I’ve been lucky was when I had gone skiing in Vermont a last year. It was the end of the day and the sun was about to go down. I could feel the temperature gradually decreasing. I wanted to make one last run and be back at the lodge. I tell my dad and sister and they say they’ll meet me at the summit. Waiting for the last lift up the mountain, I felt rather lonely. The cold air penetrating my thick layers and smacked against my unprotected cheeks. It felt a little scared of what might happen, if something were to happen. I take one last run down and it felt great. After the first decent, I saw a trail out of the corner of my eye. It was, technically, a backcountry trail, and not recognized by the ski resort. It seemed like enough people had tried to go through there that it would be safe enough for me. I went through the entire trail with ease and there was no problem. That is, until I reached the bottom. I found myself by a highway a few miles off the resort. I do not know how I ended up there, all I knew was I had to start heading back. I took off my skis and started my trek. After about thirty minutes, I knew I was still extremely far away. I decided to resort to hitchhiking. I threw out my thumb, and to my amazement, I was lucky enough to have a car pull up right in front of me. It turned out to be the resort manager. He asked me where I was going and I told him to the summit. After I finally reached the summit, I see my sister and father ecstatic to see me. Once they asked me if I was okay, they immediately started to yell at me. They told me they had a whole search team looking for me and they were worried. Thankfully, someone stopped to help me.

Leave a Reply