“I’d rather be lucky than good.” – Lefty Gomez
My wife was out of town last week. Out of the country, actually. She and several others from the church we attend went on a mission trip to Mexico. Their team distributed over 200 pairs of eyeglasses that we’d collected, filled & passed out bag lunches to hungry school kids, arranged for medical care for many of the town’s residents, and all came away “a little bit changed,” she said.
We live in Cincinnati, but air travel is notoriously expensive from our local airport, so they flew out of Columbus, Ohio, instead. On their way back, they ran into a snag with their travel arrangements – bad weather in Houston, Texas, led to the cancellation of their return flight on Sunday afternoon, and nobody could assure them with any confidence as to when a flight might actually be scheduled. There was, however, a flight later that evening, into Cincinnati. Thing is, our van was in the long-term parking lot at Port Columbus Airport.
I started wracking my brain, trying to think of someone who might owe me a favor worthy of a four-hour round-trip through some of the flattest terrain in the state. That’s when I got lucky. I have a friend who lives in Cincinnati, but is on a long-term work assignment in Columbus. He stays up there during the week, and comes home on weekends. I caught him with an hour or so to spare, and due to the aforementioned “flattest terrain in the state,” he was about as happy to have some company (even if it was me) for his weekly commute as I was to get a ride to my vehicle, some 120 miles away. Win-win.
It wasn’t my intention to contrast the plight of the poverty-stricken with my “challenge” of retrieving one of my two automobiles. It did make me consider the subtle differences between being “blessed” and “lucky”…and really put them both in perspective.
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