I am convinced that I am. I was born lucky. It is all over the signs. I am the living proof that I am.
What do I do with such a blessed life? I devote everything to God. So much so that I only own the toothbrush and the shaver. Everything is for God and God only. Lillahi Ta'ala.
I have a beautiful family, a trustworthy house, my dream car, and a resident tekukur nestling at my house.
I thought of fencing the tekukur's nest but I kinda like it there. Someday I might regret that decision because it might oxidize the electric cable. A potential fire hazard. But I don't have the heart to fence its *ne[x]t (nest).
* OK Sarah, I'll do it.
Man, imagine... I was lucky on the very day I was born. Can you beat that? And can you believe that my predestination is leading [w]e (me) to make a winning decision all the way?
I still cannot believe my lucky star. This kind of thing, you normally read about it happening to somebody else. Not to you.
So here I am, the luckiest man alive.
What a life!
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