The Lucky Guy

fortuitously knew a guy who knew a guy, etc. The first century Roman philosopher Seneca said, “Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.” A lot of folks have echoed that sentiment over the millennia. Luck favors those who don’t depend upon it. Sure, some things are mostly about luck. Las Vegas comes to mind. But mostly, we must make our own luck by taking advantage of every opportunity we recognize or create. If you think you’re lucky, you’ll be lucky. The lucky guy who heard about the

The Reverend claims the very best thing a man can have is to be born lucky. This is true based on his interactions with Scoresby. Scoresby was a complete woodenhead, as the Reverend stated. However, this woodenhead was so successful in the military despite the myriad amount of flaws he made. His personality and knowledge were fraught with stupidity and ignorance but no one seemed to be aware of this fact. They were all unconscious of Scoresby’s fame in disguise. Throughout the story, Scoresby’s

beginning of the story but in the end, he was just thanking himself that he got lucky by himself. In the poem, all the people were very thankful for what they had and weren't really wishing for more. Even if the story showed gratitude, the man would still be selfish but in the poem, they were all thankful for what they had. The homeless guy was glad in the beginning but at the end of the passage he was saying that he just got lucky that someone gave him food and a bed. The poem is thanking God for all that

people’s understanding of things better, or change someone’s thoughts, like when the truth to Ponyboy hit him about Johnny, or how Dally cared so much about Johnny without showing it, or how Randy thinks that the high-class guys aren’t lucky, but the middle-class guys are lucky.

to war alongside my brave teammates. My Teammates and I give our lives every day so you guys can live life free. Even though I would give my life for this country. I wish that Bullet would hit me so I can get sent home and be with you both again. Every day that I go to No Man Land I come across five or more near death situations. But somehow I manage to get lucky enough to stay alive. Even though I get lucky enough to survive I can't speak for all the other brave souls

Lucky I was little, I didn’t know what happened. I couldn’t save them, my parents, gone forever. If they wouldn’t of been fighting. Fighting about me, about how I couldn't live with them. How I needed a better life. Maybe they would be here. I wish I would've had a better life. Now I , Logan Kin, wish to have one, but how? I was walking to the gas station in Aspen, Colorado to see if I could possibly steal some food when something caught my eye. The sign read “Lucky Lotto 1,000,000” I didn’t

I knew at that moment; I could not let this guy get away. I ran as fast as I could and jumped on my Kawasaki, but before I could start the engine, he was off. He went onto the Henry Hudson, and I was right behind him. I knew if I stand a chance at catching this guy I must do whatever it takes. I jumped over the dividing ramp, merging in and out of traffic, narrowly missing an old lady trying to cross the street. I caught a lucky break, his car spun out of control and hit a guardrail.

I sat down my bottle of whiskey on my desk among the discarded papers. The light looming over my desk was the only signal of life in the apartment. The dim bulb gave off a sickening yellow haze. I rubbed my eyes. This case I took from Higgins had been keeping me up late the past few nights. Higgins was a short, hard boiled man, a little large in the belly. I shouldn’t talk though, my own belt had been getting a little tight recently. Higgins had been my boss back when I part of the police force,

bullet wound in his leg. He was sent into a chopper with Brunner and lifted away. They were trying to save him but it was too late, he died. Perry was in the hospital for some time. The doctor told him he was lucky but then he wasn’t lucky. He was lucky to be alive but he wasn’t lucky because his wounds weren’t bad enough to be sent home. He was then issued to go back to his company. He went back and heard how Simpson was sent home. They got a new Sergeant, his name was Dongan. He was racist

daughters name is Lucky. Her name is Lucky because she barely survived. When my wife May was giving birth to her I was fighting bandits and after the birth a bandit stole her. I was scared to death worried for her and thinking the worse and that I didn’t want her to suffer because she was only a baby. A few days later we found her one of the abandoned house with the bandit lying dead on the ground. It seemed that he died smoke from fire. So was so frail and hungary but she was so lucky to be alive that