Mary Kenny: are you feeling lucky?
How good fortune can change your life
Three times in my early life, I was rescued by a stroke of luck. When I was a very young child, I very nearly choked to death on some small edible object, it might have been a nut. I was just turning blue when a young man walked into our kitchen who happened to be a medical student. He quickly turned me upside down and thumped on my back until the object was disgorged. Had he not chosen to visit at that moment, little Mary might have demised.
Then, when I was four, climbing on an old dresser, I fell down with a cup in my hand, which broke: the gashed china was within a centimetre of losing me an eye. It put a scar on my cheek, but I didn't go blind in one eye.
At the age of 12, I swam across an enclosed stretch of water in Donegal which, it was later revealed, contained a dangerous whirlpool that had swallowed previous swimmers. But fortunately, not me.