By Jim Hagarty
1994
Looking back, I can see my life began to change the day I bought the lottery ticket. Even though at the time, I had no way of knowing I would win, it was possible to sense the subtle change in my attitude.
Somehow, the affairs of this world, which, the day before had seemed so pressing, now began to wane in importance. Financial freedom was around the corner and I could tell I was gradually assuming the telltale air of the independent. You know the kind. They tip big, say whatever they want and never ask the price.
I was sweeping off the driveway a couple of weeks ago when the news came. And soon there was the cheque. I was in a daze. But then came the publicity – you can’t avoid that – as my name appeared in an ad announcing my winnings. And within an hour, the phone was ringing.
Suddenly, it seemed, I was more popular than I’d ever been. Salespeople were calling with this opportunity and that opportunity and several charities wondered if I could help out their cause. The university I once attended called to ask for money for a new addition and a fellow student from way back when rang up with a request for a loan.
I came home one night to find a big, black garbage can on wheels in my yard with a letter asking me to forward the purchase price. A siding salesman informed me my house needs sprucing up and several magazine publishers asked for their share of the pie too.
Fourteen days later, I’m cursing my big win and thinking myself a fool for ever believing a $50 windfall would simplify my life.
