Exactly why I posted it.
And speaking of luck, and I was, one of my buds growing up had a father that was a bona fide war hero. Credited with saving over 50 men on 2 separate occasions and like most vets, he didn't talk about it but his wife did one afternoon when I was around 16.
I had been pulled over for speeding, 65 in a 35, and his Dad, Harold, went ballistic when he found out his son have been riding shotgun and laid into me, verbally, like I'd never been by anyone in my life. I was really upset because I liked him a lot and was really hurt by his words like careless, stupid, irresponsible just to name a few but he was right, I was responsible for another's life in that car.
She saw I was upset and had my bud come get me to come talk to her. That's when she told us Harold's story because my bud was made at his Dad for treating me that way.
Harold landed on Omaha beach and as he was exiting the landing craft, the guy on each side of him got shot right in the head. While on the beach, the guy next to him was shot at least a dozen times and he had not a scratch. He lost every friend he had except his best one who lost the lower half of both legs.
He kept asking himself why, why not me? Why were all these guys getting shot around him but not him? He gave up on luck, no one is that lucky and he settled on a religious answer, God was saving him for something. That's why he charged a machine gun nest single-handedly and a tank and blew it up, this was his purpose. He was awarded every medal a living soldier could get except the Purple Heart, he never got a scratch Luck? Divine intervention? I don't know but I never forgot that talk with her or put his son in harm's way again.
The concept of luck has always mystified and puzzled me. It plays into the outcome of so many things in life.