I like to think that I genuinely try to live a simple life. But with all the buzz recently around the largest power ball jackpot ever I must admit that I got excited. Not because I thought I was going to have a winning ticket leave alone THE winning ticket. And so now as I can not fall asleep I thought why not check your numbers.

To my not at all shocked slight disappointment the winner is a person in California and that meant me and my dad and all the friends who I know that bought their first power ball ticket just like me on the east coast would not be billionaires.

I have to double check but as far as I can tell I did not even win the $4 which would have been a approximate 1 in 35 chance instead of 1 in 250million. I must say it still was kind of fun.

I knew the odds were never in my favor but that was beside the point. Because I also knew it was fun to dream. I had a few very good conversations with my dad about what we would do and how we would use the winnings. We both played on seperate cards and recognized 1.5 billion before taxes u such a crazy amount that would be better invested by avoiding the 900 million lump sum before tax.

My dad wanted after the obvious things (like bulls cars houses and education.) to invest in real estate for low income family’s to rent for affordable prices. An apparat ment complex in NYC, Detroit, California and maybe one in Texas. The extended family would be offered rent free living in one of our places if they desired.

I wanted to start a fun for menstril cups to get to girls in developing countries. It would be like handing out unlimited tampons but that are sustainable because they are not a single use product. (Legistics would be worked out. Both dad and I would still want to work in some capacity to keep ourselves entertained.

I liked the idea of stumbling into so much wealth we did not know what to do with it. And not the whole conversation was light. We went into what would happen to old friends who wanted money from us and how about people who only like us for the money. I got to wallow at the loss of some people I thought were great and where as my dad would sue the posers and fake posse I would leave them alone or try to get them help. I don’t want to burn bridges and in some ways having that kind of money high tend those feelings. Would you ever be able to make new friends? I would sure talk to stranges still bit my world would be beyond diffrent. Would I stop looking at price tags? And who would keep me grounded? Until next time I buy a ticket like that I won’t even have to wonder.

In leaving is a quote slightly off topic but relevant to other parts of my life at this moment.

May the truth set you free-john 8:32

No matter how far you are bent-tfb


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