A friend of mine was telling me about her Dad. She said he was a miserable guy; perpetually unhappy. She said he always spoke about having the “Bernstein Luck” which was no luck at all or constant bad luck. He blamed anything that didn’t go his way on “The Bernstein Luck.” He said his Dad had it and his Dad talked about his grandfather the same way.
If it rained on his golf day, It was “The Bernstein Luck.” If the boiler broke, It was “The Bernstein Luck. If the car got a flat or there was a traffic detour or the restaurant ran out of the dish he ordered, it was “The Bernstein Luck.”
I’ve had a flat tire and some broken appliances. I’ve been stuck in traffic and rained out of an events but I don’t fundamentally believe that I caused those things to happen or that that happen more to me than they do to you.
This man, THESE GENERATIONS OF MEN, espoused this philosophy to their children to the point that their legacy is of hapless men who got what they expected; a raw deal in life.
There is so much to be learned from this; but most of all, as I think about my Darling Alicia due with her little girl due any day now, I think about the example I’ve tried to set for my family and the responsibility she and her husband are about to take on in setting the example for their little girl.
This friend of mine remembers her Dad first by his self-defined ill-fated, life. That’s bad enough but what about her world view? How much did he poison her well before she moved out and dug her own?
2016 Motto. Notice what’s good and raise a flag over it!