April Fool’s Day 2013 was like no other April Fool’s Day. It was on this day our dog, Lucky was born. Or we think he was born, because we don’t actually know the exact day he was born. However, after the series of events that led him to become a part of our family, we felt April Fool’s day was, and still is, the appropriate day to celebrate his birthday. Now don’t get me wrong we love this dog. He is a beautiful, sweet, fun-loving black lab, but he is a bit of a pain in the backside.
You see we were not in the market for a new dog. In fact, the last thing we wanted to bring to our new home, just months after getting married, was a puppy. Still yet, Lucky had a story that was too much for us to ignore.
It all started when we went to a friend’s house for dinner. Shortly after arriving, our friend’s daughter, Jenna, appeared with a very tiny and frail black bundle of fur. She cried as she told us the story of seeing a burlap sack being thrown out of a pickup truck on a rural dirt road not far from their home earlier that evening. As she drove by the bag she saw movement and tucked away inside was Lucky. Our friends explained that there was no way this puppy could stay with them. After all, they had three dogs, two teenagers, and a cat. We sympathized with them thinking of our own hectic lives. We had kids in sports, an old and cranky wiener dog, and heavy workloads – not nearly the type of lifestyle conducive to properly care for a PUPPY. Yet, after a glass of wine and promises still to be kept by my son, we decided this puppy was meant to be part of our family.
On the way home that evening we decided to name him Lucky. Wasn’t it lucky that Jenna had seen him get thrown out of the truck? He most likely wouldn’t have survived the night if she hadn’t decided to bring him home, and ultimately we decided to adopt him. Now if that is not lucky, then I don’t know what is.
Well, I would suggest that Lucky coming home with us wasn’t luck at all. In fact, I don’t believe in the magical theory of luck that can transform a situation or help you win the lottery. If I were to define luck, it would be “preparation meeting opportunity.”
When you think about how Lucky’s life was transformed that evening, it was based upon a series of decisions that several people made. Jenna was compelled to stop, check out the bag, and bring the puppy home. We ultimately decided to make him part of our family. Nothing magical, perhaps emotional, but not magical.
Why is it that some people seem to get all the breaks and others always seem to have a black cloud following them? Do the ones that catch all the breaks, just get lucky? Not likely. People that live this charmed life capture opportunities when they come their way.
When you are presented with opportunities, you must be ready to act. Too often we are either fearful, ill-equipped or indecisive. When you know what you want, have prepared, and act with conviction, you create your own luck.