I am not a lucky person … never have been, in fact. When it comes to things like random draws, I can remember only one occasion in which I won anything even remotely substantial. It happened when I was approximately four or five years old, and the prize was a ten-pound bag of flour. My mom was pretty impressed with the victory, but I was not particularly amused. Since then, the best that I have been able to manage has been on the order of a free lottery ticket, or a $5 prize. But yesterday, for the briefest of moments, all that changed.
