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Luck
I didn’t believe in luck. It was five long years ago.
I was working down below and next
thing I know, the mines started collapsing.
I fortunately made it out alive. Only with some
bruises and a broken arm. I do now believe
in luck. The broken arm got me out of the
mines for good. Weeks after the accident, I
opened my bar. Life above the ground is
not always easy. It was all luck, but I don’t
yet understand it. Why me? Why I am here?
I like to think that I’m here for the wounded,
the lost, and the confused. I serve miners for free
because I understand them. I understand
the life of being in hell, in heaven, and in grey
but, I don’t understand luck.
