That's How Lucky I Am

When I was young I had and accident, and it almost killed me. People told me how lucky I was. To have lived, they meant. And back then I agreed with them. If I had my time again I would have said something different to those people. When they told me I was lucky I would say, yeah maybe.
I was lucky enough to have lived long enough to see my dog die that year. He was my best friend, I loved him and his name was Rusty. At the time I didn’t really understand but he had a twisted bowel and had to be put down.
I was lucky enough to have lived long enough to have a girl friend. Later she cheated on me with my best friend. She was my first love and her name was Nina. At the time I didn’t really understand how she could do it but she had her own problems. I guess.
I was lucky enough to have lived long enough to see a war. I got to see the world, albeit through a smoky haze. I formed some of the closest bonds a man can have, pity many of them didn’t make it back. At the time I didn’t really understand the whole point of it. I guess in some ways I still don’t.
I was lucky enough to have lived long enough to get married. We had ourselves some children and a home with all the trimmings. What we never really had was honesty or communication. Or a dog. Eventually we had ourselves a divorce. She got the kids and I got the house, but it was never a home again.
I was lucky enough to have lived long enough to reconcile with my wife. On her death bed. The doctors told me cancer. My wife told me sorry.
I was lucky enough to have lived long enough to have my son see a war. He came back. People said how lucky he was. To have lived they meant. He agreed with them, but he will never walk again.
I was lucky enough to have lived long enough to have retired from my job. I had all the time in the world to sit around and take it easy. Actually I did a lot of sitting around. You see I was lucky enough to have children that were very successful and very busy. They visited when they could. Once or twice a year. I’m very proud of them.
I was lucky enough to have out lived all my friends. Now I am all alone. My only friends are doctors, nurses. And now, I am waiting for my luck to run out.
These days when people ask me about my life I tell them, when I was young I had and accident, and it almost killed me. People told me how lucky I was…

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