I'm lucky to be alive.
Your patience may have long to wait,Whether in little things or great,But all good luck, you soon will learn,Must come to those who nobly earn.Who hunts the hay-field overWill find the four-leaved clover.
I'm lucky to be alive. It's a blessing to tell my story, you know.
I, quite frankly, am grateful for every day. I don't take anything for granted.
Necessity of action takes away the fear of the act, and makes bold resolution the favorite of fortune.
The way I see it, I am lucky to be alive and well, and I only wish the same for others.
The service meant so much to me. You don't know privileged I feel and how lucky I am to have served.
I know that I am a lucky guy. I know that after an accident like the one I had, you know, only one guy out of a thousand can really go back home and still live. And I am that one. So I am totally aware of that.
When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye.
My teeth have never been touched. Why did I tell you that? Knock on wood. I've got a few scars over the eyes, a couple on the chin, a few on the beak and one across the cheek. But my luck is running out.
