They say there is no such thing as luck. Or that in the best case, luck is where preparation meets opportunity.
If all of that is true then why do I feeeeeeel so lucky?

A small collection of silver spoons hung in our kitchen growing up. They were the only precious things that my great grandmother could bring with her to this new world before walking over the threshold of her Irish home for the last time.

I inherited the only thing of true value she had to give.. the twinkle in her Irish eyes.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

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