Just My Luck

I've been having a run of bad luck lately. I can't even believe the things that have been happening to me. It almost makes it difficult not to expect the worst and hard to keep my chin up, sometimes. I know it'll blow over soon, I just have to make it until then, whenever that is. Luckily, none of the bad luck has been fatal or harmful, just very wearing, one thing after another. I bought a $2300 computer and a hacker blew my cpu. I then got an expensive laptop and when it arrived the keyboard didn't work. Shipping was $52 each way to send it back, so all together it would have cost me $104 to have nothing. I won some buckskin hides on eBay and when they came, they were dingy grey instead of white, like the picture in the auction. There's no return policy. The editor/owner of a magazine that bought one of my articles died in a horrible car crash, so I didn't get paid. Just things like that, nothing major, nothing that would kill me.

My most recent happening of bad luck is the last in a long line of events over the last couple of months, and it was so incredible that I had to laugh out loud. I've been hurt, disappointed, stood up, ripped off, laughed at, and let down, but this took the cake.

The events of September 11, 2001 sent the entire world into action, including us here in Alaska. Among other things, we supported our troops by making little buckskin medicine bags with red, white and blue beaded designs on them. We put a little American soil in each one and addressed some of them to "ANY US MARINE" in the airframes division overseas. We mailed them as a family, all 50 of them, but only 13 were for the airframes dept.

Weeks, almost two months went by, and eleven of the thirteen addressed to the airframes division came back as undeliverable. We were so disappointed, but we repackaged them and sent them to the deployed army guys and gals. It was about three weeks after that, when I received a phone call from an overseas US Marine, whom I will not name. But, the conversation went like this:

"Mom," the voice on the phone said. "Did you get those little packages back in the mail yet?"

"Yes, I did, they're stamped undeliverable." (The voice on the phone chuckles)

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