I joke often about my bad luck. And it’s true that I once sat at banquet table with seven other people, all of whom won door prizes while I went home empty handed. It’s true, too, that my college roommate and I both bought lottery tickets coming and going from the Chicago airport. Both of his scratch-off tickets were winners; mine became trash.
But while I don’t have much luck in games of chance, I do have much to be thankful for.
I have a full-time job when many Americans are jobless or working part-time because they cannot find full-time work. I have employer-supported health insurance that’s not going up in cost when other Americans are losing their insurance or paying more for it.
In that same vein, I am thankful, too, that I have a wife with a full-time job, employer-financed health insurance and a defined-benefit pension plan. We’re a two-income household with group health insurance. In doesn’t get much better than that.
Yes, I have my share of health problems, but I feel good most days thanks to medications paid for in part by that employer-supported health insurance.
I have a daughter who’s on track to graduate on time from high school and who has already won acceptance to the college of her choice. She has a good heart, a part-time job and no arrest record. Parents shouldn’t ask for much more than that.
I have two parents who taught me right from wrong and taught me the value of hard work. I have friends I have known for decades; we talk often even if the miles keep us far apart.
I am thankful to live in a country with freedoms embedded in its founding documents; in a state with good roads and excellent universities and medical centers; in a county whose leaders are fiscally conservative; and in a town with little crime.
So no, I don’t have much luck, but I often feel like I have won the lottery.