Have so many truly atrocious things ever happened to you all at one time that you think ... this just doesn’t happen to normal people? No one would ever believe this! Recently it has happened to me.

Within the last two weeks the following has occurred: The ceiling to my apartment caved in due to a leak from past and recent rains, destroying several of my possessions and causing me to live with a 4-by-4 hole in my ceiling for three days. Said hole was almost directly above my bed, so I fell asleep each night with thoughts of fierce, venomous creatures who prefer to remain secluded until a hole is formed in their private domain, at which time they become incensed and emerge to take revenge on whatever innocent person might be sleeping below. And when those thoughts weren’t keeping me awake, ideas of toxic materials floating around my apartment waiting to annihilate me were.

Having survived that terrible event, the next one awaited. Trying desperately to keep my chin up despite all that was obviously in opposition of me, I carried on with “the misadventure that is my life,” oblivious that I was being ambushed by “the powers that be.” I guess “they” get bored occasionally and have to keep themselves entertained, and that’s where my life comes in. I live within walking distance of work, so my car remains parked under a carport below my upstairs apartment. With a new, well-known coffee shop having recently opened in town, and me being a complete and total caffeine freak, one day last week, after a long, hard day at work, I decided I would go home, get in my car and treat myself to a grande something or other from the new coffee shop, just to “perk” myself up. I didn’t even bother to go upstairs to my apartment first, so excited was I at the prospect of coffee. I hopped in my car and put the key in the ignition and turned it...*pfffffffffft.* Nothing. I turned the key once again...*pfffffffffft.” Nothing. It was almost as if my own beloved automobile was giving me the raspberries. Two desperate phone calls and about five hours later, I again entered my car, after exiting an automotive supply store. My car started right up this time, but not before causing my banking account to be nearly $100 dollars lighter.

Oh, I could continue on with last week’s misadventures, for there are countless other occurrences, but this “column” is gradually turning into a “book.” “All of us have bad luck and good luck,” said Robert Collier. “ The man who persists through the bad luck — who keeps right on going — is the man who is there when the good luck comes — and is ready to receive it.” So if you see me standing on the street looking around in circles with my arms outstretched, you know it’s me looking for the good luck so I can be ready to receive it.

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