I checked my lottery ticket against the winning numbers last night. Didn’t win. But no one else won the big pot either. So, I reckon I’m glad I didn’t win yet. It just means that much more when I win it this Saturday. I’m sure I will. I have the right numbers picked out…this time.
And so it goes, $5 a week forever. But I get a lot of mileage out of imagining what I would do with the money. After reading about the lives of the big winners, I’ve concluded that really big pots ruin lives. But, I’m certain I have the strength of character to withstand the temptations of wealth. I know it wouldn’t affect me negatively. Well…I like to think so. Maybe I’ll find out this Saturday.
And then I get to thinking about all the good that can be done with a few millions dollars, and I start work on a plan to give most of it away. Well…a lot of it anyway. I think. Maybe. I mean, this being rich means a lot of tough decisions. Right?
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