I learned early on not to play games of chance. My name was never picked from the hat, the dice never rolled in my favor, I rarely picked the good cards. I wasn’t oddly unlucky; I didn’t have random horrible things happen to me, but I was not a winner.
At eighteen I went with a group to Atlantic City. Unfortunately, you have to be twenty-one before you can be on the gambling floor. I spent the time looking into the casino shop windows instead of playing. I suppose that was lucky for my wallet.
Games of skill weren’t my forte either. My father and sister were my most often partners, whether it was Monopoly
I was a practiced loser, and would smile and shrug, despite the lump in my throat at yet another defeat.
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