We were on the road in the car, and Dad was driving. You know, when father and son sit in a car, small chats are inevitable. It was a pretty average evening, and we were on our way to drop-off-my-mind-location.
Then the conversation deviated to something along the line of striking the lottery prize, and Dad said the same o’ stuffs that I’ve heard since my ears were developed, “If God gave me the 1st prize for lottery…”
I kept my silence, and I did not continue my conversation. Not because I’m rude, but because I have a different set of perspectives. In my mind, I was telling Dad this, “No, God is not going to give you the lottery prize.”
I wasn’t born in a well-to-do family. Dad, for as long as I have been alive, has been a taxi driver. I grew up watching him striking prize money and spending them, and I saw how he bought things on instalments and struggling to pay for almost every luxury stuffs in the house.
I’ve seen him won SGD15k, and saw how he spent all of it on stuffs that we (he) didn’t need. And I’ve seen how he spent that SGD7k he got from another lottery winning. Till date, not a cent was left. Every cent of that 15 grand was spent on new furniture, when the old set was still usable, and 7 grand was on…. I don’t actually know. Just know that no money was left. I’ve not touched on the monthly winnings that he’d gotten for many years that ranged from few hundred to few thousand dollars everytime. Because of the regular winnings, he has been spending more and more every weekend buying lottery tickets to feed his “hope to win”.
No, Dad. God is not going to give you the lottery prize of 1 million. It’s not because he don’t love you, or because he has left you out.
God is not going to give you the lottery prize, because he had witnessed how poor you are at managing your finances.
There are many more people who are worse than us, and I believe that God, if He exists, knows better than anyone whom to prioritize. Dad, you’re not in the group that is dying for money yet. So, He’ll not give you that 1 million dollars.
I may be harsh, but you were harsher, Dad, when you squandered money that you had gotten through winnings from those tickets. You never cherished the money you’d gotten, because you did not earn them through your hard work. God knows this, because you’ve shown him. You’ve forgotten how to plan and work for money, and you’re getting very comfortable with buying a (lot of) ticket(s) for money.
I’m sorry, Dad. God is not going to give you the lottery prize, because you won’t know how to use the money.
Andy Lawson is the average man on the street that you’ll not even trouble yourself looking at him if he passes by you. He’s sensitive to bullshit, and he hates mediocrity in most people.
He is the author of his self-published book: Facts and Fiction of Fengshui: Facts that Masters are NOT Telling You.
He doesn’t have Facebook or Twitter, because he hates to be associated with people who tend to be passive-aggressive online, but he does have a very limited set of vocabularies, terrible grammar, a twisted mind that makes himself God in his own twisted world and an ability to communicate with people who wish to be his friend.