Not Quite Luck...

Just felt like writing this.

What I knew was that my life depended on this game.
I lost, I died.
If I picked up the wrong card, it was all over.
It was a sick game.
It was just bad.
But there was something I didn't know.

What I didn't know was that I was going to lose.
Well, technically I still don't know that.
Or else I couldn't be telling you this.
I was supposed to lose, well I wasn't.
That's why I'm alive.
The game was rigged.

He handed me the deck of cards.
"Shuffle," he said.
I did as I was told.
My life depended on it.
If I lost, it was all my fault, because I shuffled.
I had to believe that I was shuffling right.
I knew I was shuffling right.

"Now I declare a card, and if you draw this card, you lose." He says.
Easy. 1 / 52 chance I'd lose. That I'd die.
But that's still too dangerous.
I didn't like it.
It was scary.

The man looked at me.
"Draw." said the man.
I did as directed, and the man declared "Ace of Diamonds."
I muttered a prayer to God, asking for help; for strength.
I flipped the card over.

To my relief, it was the King of Hearts.

"Impossible!" Said the man. "I rigged the deck!"
I looked at him questioningly.
He revealed 51 Aces of Diamonds.
51
And I know there had been 52.
God had saved me.
That I know.

Author's Note

Yeah, I gave no backstory, and it was a bit of a rediculous situation, but take it as a symbol metaphor thing. People face impossible situations in life, and with God's help, they make it through.