We were called, the “lucky ones”, but, I for one, don’t feel, so lucky at all! We’re, a group of people who’d, survived, physical trials (like a huge fire??? Chemical explosion, etc., etc., etc.), physical and emotional trials (i.e. sexual assaults, date rapes???), and, we’d, survived, but, I don’t think, they (whoever “they” may be???) should round us all up, and call us, “the lucky ones”!
We’re, NOT at all lucky! Because if I had a choice about what life gave me, I’d much rather just be, ordinary, someone who’s, unknown, to the rest of the world, someone who, only my small social circle knows well, but…
The lucky ones? We’re, NOT, many of us, had nearly D-I-E-D, but we hadn’t, so, maybe, that’s why, y’all, call us, “lucky”? But to me, we’re, just a group of people, that DEATH had, discarded, nothing more!
The lucky ones, do you, consider someone lucky, if s/he had, gotten involved in a fatal car crash, but walked away, with just a few surface wounds, the scratches, and bruises? And, what if, this person that’s, walked out, of this fatal crash who had, someone s/he loved dearly, who’d, DIED in the accident, how’s THAT lucky, huh???
Lucky ones, my A-S-S? We were, just, barely survivors here………
Life, the Obstacle Course 