I really don't believe in luck, whether good bad or indifferent. I also refuse to believe in destiny since that would presuppose that God or one of his/her helpers sat round a table every day deciding just whose day to spoil or make the best of their lives.
However, whilst driving a very old and presumably expensive classic Rolls Royce down the motorway today, several passing drivers signalled to me. As usual I ignored them since whenever I drive something good like a Porsche, Ferrari, Bentley, etc, somebody always gives me the middle finger salute.
It was only when I pulled into the owner's driveway that the roller made a disgusting sound, a little like a bodily function. I needn't go into detail. By that time I was moving about three miles per hour and when I pressed the brake pedal, nothing happened. I stopped the car with the parking break, vastly relieved that this hadn't happened on the motorway.
When I checked the brake fluid reservoir, it was empty. That's what the other drivers must have been telling me: of the long stream of brake fluid dribbling from the car. When I think of the carnage a two ton Rolls would have made, I might just reconsider my stance on luck, or fortune.