This following article was forwarded to me by the CEO of a partner firm that we work with. Its a long read, but well worth your time. I pretty much agreed with all of it because it reminds me of the ahaadith where nabeyuna Muhammad [saws] said that God is as His servant finds Him to be. If you’re a pessimist, then everything will be gloomy for you and you’ll never see the silver lining on the clouds. If you’re an optimist, you’re always looking on the bright side of things and always noticing the opportunities and doors that have been opened up for you.
Pour yourself a drink, sit back and just read it.
Just My Luck.
By Matthew Teague
Mens Health, Dec. 2005 Issue.
July 7, 2005: ON HIS WAY TO SEE A PROMINENT THEORIST ON FATE AND FORTUNE, OUR MAN NARROWLY ESCAPED THE LONDON TRANSIT BOMBINGS.
HE THOUGHT IT WAS BLIND LUCK, UNTIL THE THEORIST OPENED HIS EYES. IN FACT, THERE’S ONLY ONE KIND OF LUCK: THE SORT YOU MAKE FOR YOURSELF
I’ve never considered myself a lucky guy. But a recent morning in London changed all that.
As on the previous few days, I woke up, showered, and dressed, aiming to catch the 9 a.m. train to a morning appointment. But this day, I dawdled for a few minutes, still drowsy and jet-lagged. I decided to read and jot some notes. I’d catch the 10 a.m. train instead.
As I headed out, the hotel’s proprietor told me, “There’s a glitch at King’s Cross?” I lingered for a few minutes watching the BBC’s report of a power surge at the station and grew increasingly annoyed because I was now so late. I set out along Gower Street toward King’s Cross, hoping the problem would be patched up before I got there.
That’s when, a few blocks away, right on my path, the bus exploded. Flames shot toward the sky. A wave of people rolled away from the blast. I just stood there, shocked.
This was last July 7, of course, the day London’s transit system was attacked by terrorists. It was also a day I brushed up against my own mortality like never before. A brisk, punctual morning would have placed me at King’s Cross a few minutes before the 9:00 train, just when the first bomb (the misreported power surge) exploded. And had I not stopped to watch the news reports, I might have been walking beside the bus when it exploded at 9:47.
I felt like a sleepwalking man who, upon waking, discovers he’s just navigated a minefield. I felt truly, certifiably lucky. Read the rest of this entry »