Twice I’ve been discovered blackout 
intoxicated behind the wheel of a car, 
and twice I’ve gone on with my life
without serious repercussions.

(Not to mention, of course,
the infinite other close calls,
many of which I’ll never know, 
and wait a second,
what about the billions of other 
genetic combinations that
could have been?)

Statistically speaking,
I shouldn’t be here.
That is to say:
I am lucky.
I am grateful.

Of the parallel realities
that could have been, 
I am here,
I came true, 

and while we’re at it,
congratulations, 
if you are here, 
then you did, too.