The Luckest Person in the World

It has something that I've been thinking about for a long time. Longer than I can ever remember. At first I thought it was the complete opposite, I thought it was all going downhill for me and it came to the point of which I believe that it was in my fate to be a misfortune individual. However, things have changed for me and now the change has become its own explosion of intuition and random pointing to the sparks of usual, personally-seemingly improbable events.

A few good booster packs, some out of the ordinary moves, even if I lost the games I play there seems to be a move that questions the point in probability.

In January of this year (2009), I great snow sleet covered Britain and I have still come to believe that it was all down to one day; one day where I was questioning my own potential. I walked around the campus, no enthusiasm to get to any destination, seeing what came at what time. There was rain quite a bit, something of an annoyance to me. I am usually fine with rain but it was so erratic, so irritating at the time and I had just walked out of an exam, the post-event stress was perhaps tightening me up. So I used the rain as target practice, I wasn't sure what I was going to get and I was a mild bit skeptically due to my reasoning and questioning but I put that one side in order to the truth and faith of my own potential, my own will.

I tried to make the rain go away but only perhaps the slightest bit of stabilisation was in place, it was still raining. It was then that I considered that I didn't have the potential to stop the rain but I wasn't giving up and decided to see if I could make it not rain by changing the rain, transmuting it into something more probable, like for example release it all in a minute super-pour so that it could stop after that minute. I aligned my thoughts tried to make my own luck and after I was in the zone of things, the rain stopped and became snow.

Snow was now flowing down with gravity and not a trace of rain was to be seen, only the rain water which had pooled on the grounds. I was in shock, amazement, it seemed like a success, a true success indeed. Now I believe that I can make my own luck in some subconscious, mental form. The problem with this is that I don't know how it works how and why it switches on, was it down to stress? Is it fate or synchronicity? Is it luck or parapsychological? There are a lot of questions especially since it would seem hard to experiment. Interesting enough the idea of stress causing this superhuman luck has inspired me, I need to do a psychological experiment for my work and well what with the idea that stress can make people lift cars or dodge bullets, maybe stress does hold its own paranormal secrets.