The day after St. Patricks Day,my dog Montana and I went for a midnight stroll around the apartment complex. The moonlit sky drew my attention to the glare of an oddly shaped river rock nestled in a blanket of wet grass. Days later,I began to notice good things happening in my life, like unexpected money or an extra vacation day given back to me, by my boss.
I associated this run of good luck to the the rock I found previously and kept the river rock with me at all times. Then one day as I was leaving for work,the rock had fell through a hole in my pocket without me noticing until I had gotten to work. The following morning, I pulled into the closest parking spot I could find to my apartment and as I opened my car door...there was my lucky rock,waiting beside my vehicle,like an old friend coming to visit. It's my lucky day.
