On the bus the other day, I noticed the woman beside me had a lovely handbag.
“I love your bag,” I said.
“Thank you, I won it in a raffle,” she said.
“That was lucky!” I smiled.
Since then, I’ve been thinking about what it means to be lucky or have luck.
Just before I left this morning my mother asked me if I could take her prescription to the pharmacy at the local supermarket. She said she would pick up the tablets later. I told her I was going in the opposite direction unless she didn’t mind me leaving the prescription later in the afternoon. She told me not to worry and she would take the prescription herself.
After a few minutes I thought to myself, “What if my mother’s request is telling me something? Is it possible the library I intend to go to is closed for some reason, which means I should be going in the opposite direction? That would make it a lot easier to run my mother’s errand.” I told mum I had changed my mind and I would take her prescription for her. She confirmed that she would be picking up her tablets later.
As I walked to the local bus station I had a thought. After customers have left their prescriptions, the pharmacists usually give customers receipts which they must have with them to collect their tablets. My mother is not going to be able to pick up her tablets if I have the receipt with me. So I went home and told mum what I’d just thought. She could see my point. She said she would take the prescription to the pharmacy herself.
I decided to head to the library I intended to go to before my mother’s request. As I approached the bus station, I noticed the bus I wanted was already leaving. It took a while for the next bus to arrive.
At some point during my bus journey, I noticed five guys running to catch the bus at the nearest bus stop, which was three blocks away. I thought the only way they could catch the bus was either if there were many passengers waiting at the bus stop, or if they could fly. In any case, why would anyone run for a bus if they can fly? Having said that, I’ve seen many pigeons walk up and down stairs; I’ve even seen pigeons walking across roads and they’re meant to have wings.
But I digress.
At the bus stop there was only one passenger waiting. As soon as the bus driver was about to pull away, a passenger in a wheelchair told the driver he wanted to get off. This meant the driver had to pull the bus closer to the pavement so the ramp could be let out. While this was going on, I thought about the guys I saw running and wondered if they were catching up on the bus. The first guy arrived and he beckoned his friends to catch up. By the time the passenger in the wheelchair got off and the driver let the ramp back in, all the guys had caught up with the bus.
“That was lucky!” I said to the passenger next to me.
“I was thinking that too,” the lady said. “They were so far away I thought they would have given up by now.”
“Lucky for them that guy decided to get off when he did, huh?”
Is it possible that what people call “luck” is simply the ability to connect to the One Will in the Universe? I guess if we all want to be lucky, we need to realise there is only one Will in the first place.
Of course, when I arrived at the library, it was business as usual. It would seem that my journey had been delayed purely so I could witness luck in action.
I believe luck is where one’s intention intersects with the one Will of the Universe.
I am Luck.