[Hugh R]

I believe in luck as in a flow of good signs. I was born WASP in the USA, I was born normal, not with a handicap or seriously short or seriously ugly. I had at least average intelligence, maybe more, I sometimes wonder. I came from an academic family so I strived towards getting a college degree or two. I bought an Aston Martin DB4 in 1971 for $1,750 (then the price of a used Ford Pinto) and hung on to it for almost 40 years and sold it for a boat load of money.

In 1976, I hit a taxi in Boston that did an abrupt left turn in front of me on my bicycle that forced the down handle bars on my 10 speed into my sack. I don't remember anything after the accident, but I woke up two days later at Mt. Auburn Hospital in Cambridge. The handle bar went into the sack destroyed my right nut, took out my spleen, 1/2 my liver and a few feet of intestine, and the handle bar came out about an inch from my belly button. I was told that since it was a Catholic teaching hospital I was given the last rites. I have no recollection of the events. I was also told that due to the damage to my left nut (it was severed and re-attached), I would probably never have kids. I have two natural born kids. And I function sexually very well. Yeah, I'm lucky.