Yesterday, while walking Ralph the Dog, I found a penny in the park.
My grandmother's superstition/tradition - find a penny heads up, it's a lucky day and good fortune it coming your way.
Lucky Day, fortune is coming my way.
With the penny in my pocket Ralph and I started walking back home. Two blocks from home, we were ambushed and attacked by two pit bulls. The dogs seemed to come out of nowhere. I was able to get Ralph and myself to the center of the road before they were on us. Thank God, good instincts took over. I started yelling and was able to catch the attention of a neighbor.
It is shocking the power of a pit bull and two just makes it exponentially disastrous. The man ran to the house of the dog owners was able to wake him and the dog owner was able to call the dogs off.
One of the pit bulls was able to get Ralph by the collar and was shaking him while the other was attacking me from behind. I was able to keep the dogs from biting Ralph but I could feel myself getting bitten. Pit bulls seem to instinctively know the art of combined attack.
I walked the rest of the way home. When getting the keys for the front door out of my pocket, there was my lucky penny.
Some lucky penny, some luck getting attacked and bitten by two pit bulls.
The dog bites were going to need stitches, so I went to the emergency room.
The doctor who was cleaning up the dog bites and suturing the lacerations, said to me "you sure were lucky today, this could have been far worse and possibly ended badly. Fortune was smiling on you."
So it was a lucky penny after all, it’s all just a matter of perspective.