Nobody Stays Lucky

When we moved in back in 2015, we had a neighbor who had made a relative fortune as a stockbroker. He had retired and was seemingly enjoying his golden years. On the few occasions we talked, he told me how "blessed" he was. I picked his brain for his thoughts on certain stocks or where he thought the market would go, but he was always cagey. He would tell me "you just have to stay lucky". The last time I spoke to him was around this season as I remember, when he said his wife had made "the most delicious turkey" for the holiday. Later that day, we heard he had choked on a sandwich (or more precisely, had choked, been saved by the fire department after his wife called 911, but then died of a heart attack). I could not help but think that even for the luckiest among us, eventually the luck runs out.