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Don't Call Me Lucky

So the other day my little brother and me got into a "discussion" on Facebook, and he said something that really got under my skin. I guess we were talking about life and all the hard things he's been through and in response to something I said(can't remember what it was), he made the comment "Lucky Lindsay".

My sister has mentioned him saying that before about me to her, and it bothers me that he thinks that. I guess he sees that I'm happy, and that I have good life, and he sees that as me just being "lucky".

Well, I don't think that where I am in life or what I have or who I am has anything to do with luck. It's a result of my faith in God, the choices I've made, how I've dealt with life's circumstances, and answered prayers. NOT luck at all.

I am where I am today because I chose to do good in highschool, go to college, and get a job. Today, I choose to be happy and positive as much as I can. I choose to focus on the good things in my life, not the bad. I choose to put my trust in God. I choose to work hard at everything I do.

Jesse has been through a lot, and he's having a hard time right now. BUT there comes a point when he has to decide to make a change and try to better his life, not keep focusing on how bad his life is or has been. There is always someone out there who has it WAY worse than you. He has to choose to do something with his life and make something of himself, and not just wallow in his misery and feel sorry for himself.

What he doesn't seem to realize is that my life hasn't been perfect. Most of it has been good, but I have gone through some tough things. I watched my parents go through a divorce, too. I dealt with my husband having cancer and going through brain surgery, radiation, and chemotherapy. And I watched my dad die, too.

The difference between me and him is my faith. God gives me strength and peace and hope. He has helped me get through all of those difficult situations. Jesse doesn't have that, so he has no hope and no joy. And that makes me sad. :(

This post today made me think of a song that my grandma used to sing at our little church when I was growing up-"Don't call me lucky, call me blessed!"

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  1. well said. I have people tell me from time to time that I am lucky as well. I think too a lot has to do with your outlook. I don't really focus on the things that might not be going right in my life but focus on the things that are positive.

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  2. That's right. It really is about your outlook on life!

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