From a recent “CoastZone,” the ezine of www.coasttocoastam.com: “First hour guest, author Tony Davidson [co-author with Barrie Dolnick of “Luck: Understanding Luck and Improving the Odds] talked about concepts of luck, and reacted to a recent story about a boy who fell out of a third floor apartment window and was miraculously saved by a neighbor. Americans tend to associate luck with money, but Davidson believes it runs deeper-- there are many facets to luck, including health, relationships, and sports, he noted. Beyond practicing positive thinking, there are certain tools to enhance your luck, he added, such as changing your focus, if one area in your life is not working.”
Luck? I prefer to call it Divine Intervention. At www.merriamwebster.com, the word “miracle” is defined as: an extraordinary event manifesting Divine intervention in human affairs; an extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing, or accomplishment. Yes, the boy being saved was miraculous (Divine intervention) because the rescuers/neighbors were moving and became stuck in an elevator with their mattress for about a half hour. News articles didn’t say why the elevator stuck. If the elevator hadn’t held them hostage for a half hour, they wouldn’t have been in the position to assist.
Stories abound of Divine interventions/miracles that seem to occur spontaneously. You might say that somebody(ies) was(were) watching over that little one. When someone needs assistance those that are overseeing that one’s life will often attempt to intervene, and that is usually accomplished through other people—like in the case of the child.
Sometimes those overseers/guardians come up empty handed, which is what happened in the early to mid-1980s when I was on a road trip alone and eating lunch in my vehicle at a rest stop on I-20 in Alabama. When I had finished and was preparing to leave and return to the road, I heard what sounded like a car backfiring nearby. As I drove in front of the building, I saw an Alabama state trooper with gun drawn and a man reclined on the sidewalk with blood coming from his chest. Urgent words came into my mind, “Heal him! Heal him!” The scene was so traumatic that I went into a light state of shock and on “autopilot.” When I came to my senses when driving in I-20, I began looking for a way to head back in the opposite direction for what seemed like forever and several miles, so I just gave up and prayed for the man. Obviously, I was the only option that the guardians/overseers of the man had, but I had not yet been awakened to the fact that my person would be a healing instrument in this life.
Luck had nothing to do with that child being rescued/saved.