...in feeling lucky
Recently whilst out walking I tripped and tumbled several feet sideways into the softest mound of moss. Two steps further and I’d have been in the freezing river! What luck!
Recalling the incident later set me thinking about the actual word ‘luck’ and how often ‘luck’ had softened my falls through life.
A pious gentleman once chastised me for using the word ‘luck’ when everything was God’s doing. I bristled then – but in truth I know how right he was!