“You must visit the antique’s shop down the lane” said my best friend William.
“Antique’s shop? What do you mean? Is it good?” came my curious reply.
“Good! It’s great! I bought a good luck charm there and have had good luck ever since.” came the reply.
“Hmm… Good luck, huh? I could use a bit of good luck.” I said and made up my mind to pay a visit to this shop.
The next day, as I was walking to my office, I came across the dull looking antique’s shop. ‘The Mystery of Luck’ read a large board outside the shop. The shop’s name created a sense of anxiety in me. I couldn’t resist. I held the cold doorknob and opened the door.A young girl looked at me and said:
“Good afternoon sir. May I know what you are looking for?”
“Uh… Yes. I happen to hear that you have wonderful good luck charms. I just thought that I could use some luck” I replied
“Good luck it is. This way please” said the girl pointing to a shelf filled with small statues of many kinds.
I with immense eagerness walked to the shelf and was amazed at the large variety of good luck charms. The girl showed me a lot of charms, but I was fascinated by only one. A statue of a Japanese soldier holding a sword. When I asked the girl about the statue, I received a tense reply.
“I wouldn’t buy that if I were you!”
“Why?” I asked.
“Well… I just wouldn’t.” came another tense reply.
I being a rebel, decided to buy the statue because it would look amazing in my collection of Japanese items. After an awkward silence, came my offensive answer:
“But, I would. And as a matter of fact, I will. This statue amuses me and I intend to let it remain that way. So, I would appreciate it, if you could pack this.”
“Sure sir. As you wish. I was just giving you a piece of advice. One pound for the charm, sir.” said the girl.
I put the money in the girl’s palm and walked out of the shop holding my new good luck charm: A statue of a Japanese soldier. I entered my office and sat at my desk to carry out my afternoon shift, when suddenly I found an envelope on my desk. ‘To: Mr Harry. B’ read the envelope. I opened the envelope and was stunned. I, Harry Brooke had been fired from my job! I went on reading the letter inside the envelope and discovered that I had been removed from my job due to my lack of honesty. I knew that I was a very honest man and completed every task assigned to me. I snapped myself back into reality and walked out of my office with all my things and also a frown.
I slowly walked home, counting every step I took. I reached home when more grief struck me. The rats I had been avoiding for so long had made a move. They nibbled all my money! Every single bill and coin I had was destroyed. I was still swallowing the fact when my doorbell rang. Yet again, I snapped myself back into reality and opened the door. And trust me, this was probably the first and last time I ever regretted opening the door.
“Rent please.” ordered my landlord, Mr Splee.
“Rent… Uh… Mr Splee, I don’t have money. Not now at least.” I hesitated.
“No money! Oh dear, you must pack your things and vacate my house immediately. I remember telling you, before you moved here, that I shall not tolerate indiscipline. I want you out in an hour.” said the man looking at his watch. He smiled and left.
As I was packing my things, I came across the good luck charm I bought this morning. That is when I understood what was happening. I had been cursed buy this little charm, I thought bought me good luck. The truth: it didn’t. In fact it gave me bad luck. All these strange things that were happening to me, were because of this little statue here. I was astonished, irritated to be specific, at my offensive nature towards the girl at the shop, who tried to warn me. Oh! What had I done!
I grabbed all my things and ran out of the house. I reached the very first dustbin in sight and swiftly threw away the charm in relief, when I heard someone calling me. I turned around and saw a little boy running towards me. He reached me and started panting heavily.
“Calm down boy. I’m right here.” I told the boy.
“Yes sir. I found this in the dustbin and thought it was yours. Here you go.” he said, returning to me my bad luck charm.
“Thank you for bringing this back to me.” I said, taking the statue out of the boy’s hand.
“My pleasure sir.” he called out and walked away.
I again stood there with the mysterious charm in my hand. I attempted several times to get rid of the charm, but failed. Every time I threw it, I would either find it hanging from one of my belongings or someone trying to return it to me. I tried to give it to the people returning the charm to me, but didn’t as I wouldn’t want such nice people experiencing bad luck.
These thoughts were killing me so much that I didn’t realise that night fell. I having no job. money or house decided to stay at my best friend William’s house for a bit. The charm still in my hand, I entered William’s house. He welcomed with a warm heart and a whole lot of sympathy. I told him all about my long day as we sat down for dinner.
“Bad luck, eh?”came William’s reply after my long explanation.
“Yes, Will and a whole lot of it. I should have listened to the girl at the shop. I wonder what I’m going to do now.” said I, pouring out my feelings.
“Harry, you do know that your… well… over-reacting. A charm just makes you feel better or worse. It all depends on how you look at it. If you feel lucky, then you will be lucky, as you wouldn’t want to prove the charm wrong. It’s you who decides the charm’s strength. If you would have been more careful about the rats, then you would be happily eating dinner at your house. If you would have worked harder, then you wouldn’t have lost your job. Your just blaming this little statue for all your mistakes. The charm that I bought didn’t give me luck but made me feel lucky. But yours…” he said and stopped.
“But mine made me feel unlucky. Thanks Will. You made me realize something very important: that I created all these problems, not the charm. How could I ever repay you?” I asked.
“By not believing in this nonsense and feeling good and lucky.”he replied.
My head was buzzing with these thoughts when my phone rang. I picked it up hesitantly.
“Hullo?” I said into the phone.
“Hello, Harry. Why didn’t you show up for work today?” questioned my boss, Mr Smith.
“Work?” I was astonished. “But sir, I thought I was fired. I received a letter from you, describing this matter.” I explained.
“Me! Oh, dear boy! I’m afraid that, that letter was for another employee. Namely: Harry Brown. Not you! Why would I ever fire you? You are the best colleague I ever had.” he said.
“Thank you sir. I left the office as soon as I found this letter. I shall definitely come for work tomorrow.” I said happily.
“Great! Bye now!” he said and cut the line.
I couldn’t believe it. William was so right! As soon as I started feeling lucky, good things started happening to me. Maybe that’s what luck is all about: how you feel. The statue of the soldier still remains in my house, untouched. But, it doesn’t bring me any bad luck as I feel lucky now. From then on, my motto has been: You create your own luck and destiny. It all depends on you!