My brother Mark is lucky. My brother-in-law Paul is creepy lucky. Me? I flip back and forth between being really lucky and running down the dock to buy that last ticket on the Titanic.
Napoleon believed in luck. When asking about a subordinate who he going to promote he said: “Yes but is he lucky?”
Looking it up I found that lucky people have several traits.
They believe they are lucky. They don’t pump themselves up about it, they actually believe they are lucky without question. Right down to their socks.
Lucky people are always open for opportunity. Everybody has war stories about how they were offered a ski-resort condo in Breckenridge Colorado for $5,300 down that is now $2 – $3,000,000 MILLION F#$$%^& DOLLARS!! Lucky people ask why not? They are open to try. So try.
Not that I know anything about ski resorts in Colorado.
Lucky people have a mindset that is open for opportunities. When they drive passed an empty building lot they don’t blame the local government for leaving the lot empty; they say ‘I wonder what would go here?’
Lucky people play their hunches. A distant friend moved to Australia years ago and once he got there said ;
“‘You know what Sydney doesn’t have? A MacDonald’s.”
The person he was with said;
“What’s MacDonald’s? ”
(Remember, it was a while ago)
He contacted MacDonald’s in the US and applied for Australia’s first MacDonald’s Franchise. With the Franchise application in his hand he approached a local Australian bank and on the strength of a piece of paper and his bluster they lent him enough to start. By the time the bank found out that our Franchisee was so poor he living with his in-laws they were committed for a couple of million, and this guy already had customers lined up around the block.
Lucky people have the almost creepy habit of turning bad luck into good. I know a multi-millionaire that had a heart attack in a gym and fell down virtually at the feet of two cardiologists, and a defibulator machine twenty feet away. Most people would be twenty miles off out in the woods somewhere, him? Exactly where he should have been. But he felt a heaviness in his chest and was going to call his doctor later but stopped in at the gym because he had a feeling (hunch).
So GO, DO play your hunches, become open to chances, and most of all, believe.
Rick Ranson 