Well. . .
Now you know. . .
Now you know that I didn’t win the 1.6Billion-dollar PowerBall
and I’m fairly sure that no one who happens to have split those winnings three ways, is reading this either.
Now you know. . .
maybe what you know,
know that you know,
and bet your life that you know. . .
but for the life of you don’t act like you know
or. . .even recognize.
I didn’t fully
until this morning when I, like millions of others, found out that what
W I N N E R S
we really are.
I found out that the odds of winning were about 1 in 292 million, which we are told are to be worse odds of being mauled by a bear and being attacked by a shark and marrying a supermodel–
A L L C O M B I N E D.
You know what my Two-Bucks bought me?
H O P E :
If you think about it–for two-bucks it’s a great deal, no matter what the odds. I mean, come on, for just two-bucks, I bought a chance for 1.6 Billion dollars. That’s a pretty great deal, isn’t it? H O P E ! It took no skill, no special prayers, I was on equal ground with everyone else without nothing to do or with anyone to compete.
Two-bucks bought me
P E R S P E C T I V E:
The simple experience of playing and actually l o s i n g was worth it. This two-bucks lasted longer than an amusement ride or a movie or a Broadway show; this p e r s p e c t i v e lasted for days as we dreamed about how we’d help people and actually change their lives; make dreams that have never been dreamt, come true. It allowed for friendships and camaraderie and love as I joined other groups at church, at work, in the neighborhood in buying tickets together; we even commiserated about how it just wasn’t in the cards for us to win, and like everyone else who bellied up to that PowerBall Bar, took the chance, anyhow–all that for being Two-Buck-Chuck.
You know what my Two-Bucks really bought me?
I had an awesome conversation with my son last weekend, one of so many other fantastic talks; I found out at in a matter of less than a week we were going to be grandparents to one of our daughters, first daughter, another daughter’s second expected baby, and another daughter’s engagement to be married; I am going to be celebrating thirty fast years of marriage to a woman who said y e s when the whole world and mostly myself was screaming, N O; I’ve served four amazing churches in the past 36 years; companioned hundreds of terminally ill patients; supported their families; conducted hundreds of weddings and thousands of funerals; been befriended by people that can’t be created or imagined by Hollywood’s greatest writers. . .what’s the price tag on all of that? Two bucks? 1.6 Billion?
Hmmmmmmmmmm of the DAY:
A L L O F T H I S F O R
t w o b u c k s. . . .
Two-Buck-Chuck figures the odds of winning some 1.6 Billion dollars don’t stack up to the best two bucks I’ve spent countless times over–especially just right now–that’s gotten me to the point of where
I know. . .
I know that I know. . .
I bet my Life that I know. . .
what for the rest of my life I intend to act
LIKE I KNOW
(what’s really precious and priceless)
Y O U ?
It’s great being
W I N N E R S
Two-Buck-Chuck realizes t h a t
(as do I now hope you do, too)