I was in the upstairs bathroom at my parents’ place which had a skylight you could open. I did, and half of a hornet’s nest fell from it. I slammed the window shut as quick as I could and then looked down. The other half was floating in the toilet with the hornets momentarily dazed. I closed the lid and flushed. When I peeked under the lid, it was gone.

I went to work for a company in an entry-level, unskilled position. That company had a mentality of hiring from within and training for positions rather than hiring qualified external candidates. Because of that company, I managed to develop a career and am currently making over 6 times what I was earning when I started there 12 years ago. I’m no longer at the same company, but I am incredibly grateful for how lucky I was for things to fall into place the way they did.

My wife cheated on me. That was lucky because, when her family found out, she was humiliated, and didn’t demand that I sell the house to give her half, she just walked away. Had she not cheated, and just divorced me, I likely would have been forced to sell the house at the bottom of the market. We would have each gotten less than $10,000.

Now, the mortgage is nearly paid off, and the house is worth three times what it was when we divorced.

When I was 16 or so a blade broke off the ceiling fan in my bedroom and landed directly on my pillow. I had just woken up and was in the shower when it happened and came back to find it like that. If I’d slept in just a few minutes I would’ve taken that fan blade right to my head.

My ex was having a girls night with some friends and accidentally butt dialled me while she was having sex with her ex, I could hear them clearly but she had no idea. She came home acting like everything was normal, I would never have known if it weren’t for the butt dial, dodged a bullet

Being born a cis white male in the USA. It’s not right, but it was lucky.

I’ll come back with an answer more in line with the intent of the question if I see this again later.

Seriously, my life is (unfairly) so much easier than it could have been. That’s not lost on me. Let’s change that.

I met one of my now closest friends at the end of a Halloween party just as things were shutting down and everyone was leaving.

As she was walking by, she randomly announced that she was going to see a band next week. One that I had already bought tickets for. We talked briefly and exchanged numbers. We saw the band together and hung out a few more times but I think after the third time we hung out, we knew we were best friends.

We both weren’t even supposed to go to that Halloween party. Both of us had very different plans and somehow ended up at the party as something to do. The timing for us to meet was just so tiny and it doesn’t even feel real sometimes.

Moments after unloading a patient from my ambulance, a jeep slammed into the rear end. It was blamed on “solar glare”.

My partner, myself, and our patient probably would’ve been killed.

I was working on my car and had one of the springs out tightened down with a spring compressor. I stupidly had it stood upright with my face over it. I moved out of the way momentarily and the spring compressor broke, launching the spring like four stories into the sky landing in a field next to us. Don’t know what that would’ve done to me if it hit me in the face.

Found a nice apartment for a fair price in one of the best parts of town two years ago. Two other persons were interested. One didn’t show up, the other never contacted the landlord after the viewing.

Usually people have to apply for dozens of apartments in my city until they are lucky, this was the second one I applied to.

Reno: I put a dollar into a penny slot, pressed two buttons, won $1700, and immediately cashed out.

Pure luck? No, thats a friend of mine. All my luck is heavily slanted by skill. I worked for all of the shit I have.

Love him like a brother, but the fucker falls by sheer chance into the craziest situations.

Looking to buy a condo or a house. Ends up getting a 50% off steal of a price for a divorcing couple on a huge lot. 5 years later the fucker is wanting to move. Within a month, finds a bigger house right in the city that is walkable to his work. That family was helping the seller of the house they were buying find a large lot that could fit two houses. By chance, the house he had fit the bill. The three of them traded properties.

6 years ago, I had a hard time sleeping and felt “weird”, so I thought my blood sugar was low. I picked up my glucometer and on the way to the living room, I dropped it 3 or 4 times. I’m fairly clumsy and I was tired, so I didn’t think much of it.

When I got to the living room and tested, my sugar was normal and I said “Well, it’s not low blood sugar” out loud to myself and heard the awful slurring. I knew it was a stroke. In the 2 minutes it took me to stumble out of the bedroom, I had progressed to having to hold myself up as I went back to the bedroom to have my wife call 911. Before the paramedics got there, I was almost completely paralyzed on my right side. In the ambulance, I was paralyzed on that side.

Luckily, the hospital nearest me is known for its great stroke response and had a portable CT scanner so they could rule out a hemorrhagic stroke, which meant they could give me the clot-buster drug, TPA. I walked out of the hospital 2 1/2 days later at about 95% of where I was before the stroke. My deficits are very minor and if you didn’t know, you’d never think I was a stroke survivor.

I found $360 in the street in Boston one time when I was 12 years old or so.

My wife cheated on me and I met a wonderful woman who treats me so well…