Have you ever wondered if you’re a person who has bad luck? My dad was over at my house one day and he commented on one of my black cats, saying “I’m not crazy about that black cat crossing my path every time I’m here.” I laughed and told him that was just superstition and there was no such thing as “bad luck,” which by the way, he loves to say “the harder I work the luckier I get,” so not sure if he really believes in luck or not. However, he wanted to talk about my cat. I told him that if black cats bring bad luck, then I don’t see it because I feel pretty lucky. He didn’t seem to agree. He suggested I’m one of the most unlucky people he knows. Odd, I never saw myself that way. I guess I’m optimistic. Enjoy this joke about “bad luck.”
A woman’s husband had been slipping in and out of coma for several months, yet she had stayed by his bedside every single day.
One day, when he came to, he motioned for her to come nearer.
As she sat by him, he whispered, eyes full of tears, “You know what?
You have been with me all through the bad times.
When I got fired, you were there to support me.
When my business failed, you were there.
When I got shot, you were by my side.
When we lost the house, you stayed right here.
When my health started failing, you were still by my side. You know what?”
“What dear?” she asked gently, smiling as her heart began to fill with warmth.
“I think you’re bad luck.”
