I am a blessed man.

Just this evening I was recounting to my daughter that in all my years, and I’ve had more than it might appear, I’ve not once been bitten by a lion, or a tiger.

That may seem astounding to you, but I assure you it’s true.

There are innumerable ways I have been blessed, experiences I’ve not had that I hope I never do. It’s that I’m not a risk-taker, but good fortune has prevented me from experiencing some of the maladies that strike so many. If there are odds in this world, apparently I’m good at defying them.

Not once have I had rabies. Surgery for swallowed glass? Not I. Lemonade laced with deadly poison has never passed my lips. All those plane crashes we hear about have all happened when I wasn’t flying.

I’ve had the kind of luck few people have.

Never have I had the experience of being somewhere in public, like church or a Major League Baseball game, and suddenly realized that I wasn’t wearing any clothes. Believe me, I’ve checked. Countless times I’ve reached down and tugged on my pants just to make sure I remembered to put them on. I’ve never had the awkward experience of wondering how to handle the situation once you realize you’re not wearing anything. I mean, do you just sit there and pretend it’s normal and wait for everyone to leave before you exit? Or do you make a quick getaway, hoping few people will understand why? Is it possible in that situation that no one would notice? Would they look at me and think, “Hmmn, there’s something different about Steve today, but I can’t quite put my finger on it?”

Fortunately for me, it’s not something I’ve had to go through.

I just pray my extraordinary good fortune will continue.