I have exciting news!

I'm not alone! Last night, around 2AM I heard a knock at the door. This happened before, but in my dreams. I would rush down stairs and rip open the door only to find...nothing.

So last night, I heard, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK...then the door handle rattled, but I had locked it (why do I do it that? lol!) Old habit I guess.

Anyways, I just thought it was a dream, I've been disappointed so many times I couldn't believe it was true.

But here's the crazy part! When I looked out the window this morning, there were foot prints! There was a light snowfall, most of it had already melted, but up the path to the front door was shaded, so it hadn't melted.

The tracks are large, like a size 13 or 14 men's. At first I thought they were from a bare foot (not like grizzly bear I mean a foot with no shoes or socks LOL,) but that's impossible, it's too cold for a human to do that. It must be those special sock/shoes that some of the joggers used to wear for better traction. (Remember jogging?? LOL! Never jogged once and I outlived {almost} everyone. Maybe this guy is a jogger? Ugh, that would be the worst! LOL!)

The snows all melted now so I can't follow the tracks. I shouted and yelled but he must be too far away to hear me.

So, I set up a fire in the yard and covered it in fresh branches to kick up as much smoke as possible, like an old fashioned smoke signal. lol (Aren't you proud of me? I went from a cheerleader to a frontier woman and it only took a deadly virus to motivate me LOL!)

Well, I should probably go, it's getting dark and I need to keep that fire stoked. Up on a hill you could probably see that flame for a couple miles. Hopefully he sees it and comes back.

WAIT!!!

There was a KNOCK!

Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back!

My father beat me every day

Sometimes we were alone, sometimes in front of my friends.

Sometimes he woke me up early before he left for work, other times when he came home.

Now I'm just like him.

I beat my son.

At basketball.

Did I forget to mention basketball?

Larry sat at the bar, looking at the last few drops of Scotch in his glass. The hotel lounge across the street from the hospital where Larry's wife died last year is probably the last place you would expect to see him on a Saturday night.

Nothing in his life made sense since he lost her. When they found out she had cancer, he had been a dutiful husband. Stuck with her through every chemo treatment, every appointment, told her she was beautiful when her hair fell out and held her as she cried every night.

On the day she died, something changed. The doctor told him that she had only hours to live. Larry had the strangest reaction. For the man who had been so supportive and so brave, he just couldn't be there anymore. Larry nodded to the doctor and then proceeded to walk away.

Larry took the elevator down to the main floor, walked out the front exit and waited patiently at the intersection. When the light went green he crossed the street and went into the corner store. Larry bought a lottery ticket for the first time in his life. He had no idea why.

Larry then went into the hotel next door and sat at the bar in the hotel lobby. He drank and drank until they would serve him no more. Then Larry went to the front desk and booked a room facing the hospital. He couldn't see his wife's room, it was facing the other direction. He sat at the window staring at the hospital anyways.

Hours went by before he had the nerve to check his phone. By the missed calls he knew what had happened. She was gone.

Later that week he found out that she had bought a life insurance policy on herself without telling him. Because she had been so young and healthy, the premiums were cheap and the payout high. He was paid 6.3 million dollar. She truly did love him.

Larry hated all the money and he donated it all to charity.

The following week he remembered the lottery ticket. Larry checked the numbers, he had won the jackpot. 100 million dollars.

The lottery official told him he could take 20 million a year for the next 5 years or 63 million all at once. Larry took the lump sum.

Larry had thought of donating the money, or even burning it. He was so ashamed that he had abandoned the person he loved the most right when she needed him the most.

The next day he gave all the money to the humane society. His wife had loved animals.

Larry got a call from his lawyer. It turns out his wife had invested heavily in Bit Coin when it was just starting up. She had made a fortune and put the order in to sell before she passed away. He had a cheque for 630 million dollars waiting for him. She wanted to surprise him but never got the chance.

When Larry hung up the phone he began to sob. He didn't believe in fate, but he couldn't understand what was happening. Why was the universe rewarding him for his cowardice?

Later that day he got a call from the contractor working on his house. There was a mold issue and they were replacing the drywall. The contractor had found a hidden storage space. Inside, all kinds of gold bars. The previous owner must have stashed it there and never told anyone before he died. Larry had bought the house at an estate sale. It was all his.

Now a year had gone by and Larry sat alone at the hotel bar across the street from the hospital where his wife died. He had sold his house. He couldn't stand to be there anymore. Living out of a hotel is not cheap, but fortunately for Larry the hundreds of millions he now possesses easily covers the bill.

After all, his wife's nickname for him had always been, "Lucky Larry."