My Very Best Friend

To the person in my county who just this week won $50 million in a lottery, I just want you to know how happy I am for you. You might not know this, but I have always been an avid supporter of you, in all that you do and all that you are. You truly are, and I am not shy about saying this, an amazing human being and the world is better for having you in it.

I know you must be so excited thinking about your big prize and how you will ever spend it. I would be the same if I were in your shoes. I am also sure that you will have friends, family, neighbours and even total strangers approaching you with their hands out. I would never do that. I have too much respect for you.

However, I do support several charities and if you ever felt inclined to donate to any of them, I would be forever grateful. I am a charter member of Landlords Without Boarders, a very worthwhile organization, as well as the Society for the Rehabilitation and Socialization of Hermits. I also belong to the Organization for the Preservation of Peanut Butter and another group dedicated to teaching retirees how to get out of bed before noon. It is a problem long overlooked.

So, if you find the time, please feel free to forward some funds towards these worthy causes and I will ensure that money gets into the right hands. You will be making a lot of people happy by your generosity.

Your Loyal Friend,
Jim

P.S. I want you to know I feel badly for all the years I made fun of and was critical of people who buy lottery tickets. I almost assaulted one in a store recently when I stood in line behind him as he took ten minutes to decide on which specific tickets to buy. I am regretful about that and now have nothing but the utmost respect for those people, such as yourself, who are willing to take a chance, sometimes day after day. Thank you for your patience.

©2021 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.