I have had a measure of good luck, come to think of it. During a rainy night in the '70s I was feeling blue and was broke. Came upon a five-spot (the magic number?) and had a burger and taps at a favorite little bar. That was a long time ago, but it sure lifted my spirits when they needed lifting.
This one was very strange: Went to hear a spiritual guy speak, cost five bucks (there it is again) each, thought it was a complete load of drivel, and found a five-spot under the car's floor mat right after. The corner of it was sticking out, and I knew somehow to tug on it. WTF? It was the '80s. I was in Boulder, but it wasn't a pipe dream. Spiritual auto-refund?
The parking lot angel gave me $20 in the '90s, and also in that decade, I won a progressive slot at Cripple Creek, got my picture on the cover of Gambling Times, or whatever that rag was called. It was pure, dumb luck, but the money sure came in handy cuz we'd just bought this placed and it needed lots of fixing up. The pot was 24 grand, could have bought a Harley . . . but no, it went into the house. Ah well, my carefree biking days are over. I was lucky to have had them.
There were plenty of other lucky times not involving money too. I count myself lucky to get through a canyon without a boulder falling on me. Every time the snowblower fires up, that's lucky. I've taken the Jeep where I really should not have, and got out. Lucky. Eh, some skill involved too, but mostly luck.
Right now I've been getting really good ideas for business, and part of that has been luck. Sure you have to go looking for it, but when the plan starts to come together, it's amazing how what you need pops right up. Other things on the spooky end of coincidence have been happening too. Maybe that spiritual guy I heard in the '80s wasn't so full of drivel after all.
After all, I got my money back and then some