Do you believe in luck?

She dropped her husband off at work on Monday. “Have a great day,” she said as he jumped out of the car. “You too,” he replied and shut the door. The start of a rather emotional week, but she didn’t know it yet.

Later that day, she received a phone call from a former employer about a resume she had submitted to a company that he now worked at. Ecstatic about the possibility of being employed again by a reputable organization, she began preparing for her day in the spotlight, the inevitable interview.

Two days went by, and no word from her former employer. She began to contemplate life and the possible career directions she could go. With her husband working late and her son in bed, she began to sulk with a glass of red in hand. One and a half bottles later, she found herself plopped on the couch elated by her faded worries that overwhelmed her throughout the day.

Thursday, awoken by the sounds of her son playing in his crib, head pounding and sadness pressing forcefully upon her heart, she rolled out of bed and stumbled down the hall into the shower. Today, had to be a better day.

She and her son walked to the library, her phone in her pocket awaiting the hopeful vibration of the welcoming call to interview at the reputable organization. They reached the library, only to find that it was not yet open because the hours had changed for the summer. She wandered back down the street towards her home, and found herself at a convenience store. She contemplated purchasing a lotto ticket, but decided it best not to gamble since she never wins and is on a tight budget. She left the store with only a pack of gum and returned home.

Upon returning to her home, she gave her former employer a call but the call went straight to voicemail. She left a message and hung up. “Ah,” she mumbled.

Her husband came home that evening. “Good news,” he said, “I got a second job for the summer. It will give us extra money to help us pay down our debts.” “Great,” she replied. “So don’t worry if you don’t get a job right away,” he said. “OK, I guess,”she sadly expressed, “but, eventually I will need to get something.”

The next day, she was thrilled to hear her phone ring while napping. An incoming call, from the organization she had hoped to work for. She answered. He spoke. “I understand,” she said, “thanks for letting me know.” She hung up clutching the phone to her chest. Now what? She thought to herself.

Her son and she walked back to the convenience store that afternoon. She headed over to the counter for a lotto slip. She paid for the ticket and the clerk told her, “Good luck.” “Thanks,” she answered and then rolled her son back out of the store with her lotto ticket tucked safely in her wallet, hoping for her luck to change. And it did…