I was so darn lucky.
As a kid, I’d go to the Five and Dime, sit on a red bar stool and order a chocolate malt. Next to my huge malt glass, this beautiful waitress would sneak me the “extra” in a shiny tin container.
I was so darn lucky.
I’d go to Grandma Kuhl’s house for Sunday dinner and join the “little kids” at a card table next to where the adults dined. Us kids would be dressed to the nines from church but, when my dad gave the nod, we’d fly out the back door to play tag in the alley.
I was so darn lucky.
Some girls in high school thought I was cute and kind of funny. I’d steal a kiss on the second date. Sometimes.
I was so darn lucky.
After an unimpressive college career (to put it kindly), Iowa State University gave me an opportunity to earn a Master of Science degree and discover that knowledge, after all, was a good thing.
I was so darn lucky.
After failing a few times in business, I hit a hot streak the last 40 years or so and did just fine.
Not everyone was as darn lucky as me.
Now is the time to share my luck. I wish to give everyone who is struggling the “extra” in a shiny tin container.