I consider myself lucky. Yes I married the most beautiful woman god has ever great and yes she is my fishing parter 90% of the time and yes she catches more fish than me 99% of the time. That's not the reason I consider myself lucky though.
Six months into college I was diagnosed with stage four cancer. A cantaloupe sized tumor was in my chest pressing on my wind pipe. A few days later and some radiation my back pain went away, mentioned it to the doctors and they found more cancer in my bone marrow in my hips, thighs, pelvis, tail bone, and spinal fluid.
I was lucky because I was put in Devos Children's hospital. I went through hell for 6 months, in a week out 2, chemo radiation, spinal taps, bone marrow taken out and checked. It would've been worse if I would've been put in the regular hospital.
I was the oldest there (I just made the cutoff), while there in the oncology department, it was all sick babies and kids. Kids who would never be the same because of their illness....but every single one of those kids had a smile on their face and everyone of them laughed.
I'm lucky because I survived yes but I feel I'm lucky because I got that reality check. I don't let things really bother me anymore. Life's too short! Life isn't about the material things, its about making every day count. There's always a light at the end of the tunnel. I don't always walk on cloud 9 but not much rattles me, I rarely get upset. I'm lucky because of my experience at a young age. Who knows where I'd be if it hadn't happened. I've always said if everyone could experience what I did the world might be a better place. Kids are awesome and don't let big things or small get keep them down. I hug mine a little tighter every night.
I am the luckiest guy!