A wise man told once that luck is opportunity meeting preparation.Another person told me that luck is merely God's way of being anonymous.
Still others have told me that there is no such thing as luck or you make your own luck.
The only firm conclusions I can draw is that the last 2 are certainly not the case. I haven't made up my mind how true the first 2 are- if at all.
Let's face it, though. Luck (good and bad) is as much a part of life and death as anything- regardless of where it comes from.
Take last night's Coca Cola 600 Nascar race at Charlotte, NC.
371 of the race's 400 laps (almost 93%) were led by just 5 of the 43 drivers. Not one of those 5 drivers finished in the top 4 positions.
Casey Mears (nephew of Indy 500 legend Rick Mears), led only 6 of the races laps (1.5%). The last 6. Mears was no where close to being the fastest car last night but he had something that none of the leader's had- enough fuel to make it to the end of the race.
Like it or not, Mears won because of luck.
For you folks who say there is no such thing as luck or you make your own luck, I have news for you. You have a gross overestimation of your own control over life. Lives can be irrevocably changed, in a flash, by things you have no control over whatsoever. I have seen it.
There is was no skill involved when a recent high school grad won $40 Million with the only lottery ticket she ever bought. There was also no fault involved with the passengers who just happened to buy a ticket for any one of 4 specific flights on September 11th, 2001.
It all seems so random. Sometimes, it seems even as if those who are least deserving of tremendous luck, are the beneficiaries of it, while those who are the most good, have the most pain and suffering and adversity, through no fault of their own.
Take Rosie O'Donnell. By all accounts, a big mouthed, arrogant slob. She hates Christians, She hates Bush, She hates America, hates the troops. Heck, is there anyone she doesn't hate? If there is anyone who deserves to be walking the streets, eating out of garbage cans, it is that pig.
She is one of the richest people on earth.
Contrast that with former racing great Bobby Allison. The racing career that he loved so much was cut short by a near fatal crash at Pocono, Pennsylvania in 1988. In 1992, his son Clifford was killed in a test crash at Michigan International Speedway. In 1993, his son Davey died of a helicopter crash at Talledega, Alabama. The trauma resulted in a divorce by his wife.
That's a lot of grief for a six year period, for a guy who was beloved and considered one of the nicest, most decent people in the history of the sport.
The pig gets millions, and her own TV show. The nice guy gets grief and horror.
The only thing I can attribute it to is that luck really is random.
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