Somebody won. I heard the winning ticket was sold in Maryland. That's not real far away from where I live on the east coast of the Delmarva peninsula. Close enough.
I heard the jackpot was $640,000, over a half a billion dollars. After taxes (ya 'all know the state and federal government have to get their it too don't you?), the winner (or winners) still will take home a chunk of cash.
So now we await to see if the winner is some 85 year old man or a group of factory workers who chipped in together and brought 35 ticket. BORING. We won't hear from the winners for at least a week during which time they will try to hide the fact who they are so they won't be besieged by previously unknown long lost relatives, financial "experts", and other assorted scam artists working feverishly to try and part the lottery winners with their new found riches. One thing is for sure, if and when we find out who the winners are we will be profoundly disappointed because the only winner that would make us happy is if we won the damn thing ourselves.
Now admit it, you didn't really want to win anyway? Did you? Just think of what would happen if you did win. Would it bring you happiness? Oh sure, I've heard the argument that "money can't buy me happiness but I sure as hell will give it a try."
I used to play the lottery all the time. I played Powerball. I brought three tickets on Wednesday and three on Saturday. I did that for about six years from 2005 until last Christmas, six dollars a week for six years, $312 a year, $1.872 for six years. The most I ever won was $7.00. A few time I had the Powerball and twice I had the Powerball and two numbers. Big whoop.
|My lottery tickets over the years. Each one is three dollars, some more.|
Why did I play? I wanted to pay my mortgage off. I wanted to have a lot of money so I could be Mr. Big. I wanted to travel the world. I wanted to be Mr. Big. Guess what? It doesn't matter diddley squat.
First of all I was fortunate in that through an inheritance I was able to pay my mortgage off. Thus I wasn't faced with having to work until I was 95 years old just to keep pace with inflation and paying my mortgage. Big burden off of Ron's shoulders!
Now why did I want to win? Really, why? I couldn't come up with a good reason. Have more friends? Really? The type of "friends" that I would make by coming into an obscene amount of money is not the type of friends anyone would want to have. Seriously, you wouldn't want to have THAT kind of friend. Believe me, I know. Back in my prime when I was doing all right money wise I had THAT kind of friend. When the money leaves, they leave. Even when you have the money, they aren't the kind of friend you want because they take, take, and take and have no respect for you anyway so what is the point? I learned the hard way believe you me.
If I won what would I do with all that money? Travel the world? Sure, I would like to visit England, my ancestral homeland. I would love to take a cruise around the world. Only one problem, I can do that now if I wanted to. I have enough money left over from my inheritance to travel. I would clean out what little savings I had left but I could do it. Then I would be living month to month again.
I choose not to except for our annual Trip Down South (which is coming up). The rest I keep for my old age because some day I will probably be alone in this world (Bill is thirteen years older than me) and no one is going to take care of my except myself. I've been to the Financial Abyss more than a few times in my life and I had no desire to visit that Cliff to Doom again.
Give the money to charity? Perhaps, but it would be a charitable cause of my own choice. Like say perhaps a No Kill Animal Shelter. I could give money to friends who are in dire need. I would love to do that but I'm afraid I wouldn't have enough for all the new friends I would descend upon me. If I had all the money in the world it wouldn't be enough to solve the problems of the world. There is only one Bill Gates and he isn't me.
I look around me and I think "I have everything I want now, why do I want more?" I have a home that is just right for me (NO MORTGAGE!), a loving and caring spouse, all the toys I could possibly want (I'm not a big Toy person but I do like my Apple toys), and I have a wonderful job working with some really nice people. If I could have anything I would like to restart my life back twenty years to when I was fifty years old. Of course that is with the qualification I have what I have now and know what I know now.
However, that isn't going to happen. I am approaching Serious Old Age now. Every day is precious. I don't want my remaining years on this planet to be stressed out by any demands which undoubtedly would happen if I won't a half a billion dollars (do you think?)
Oh yes, I am very happy with my lot in life right now. I may live another twenty years or maybe just a few months or maybe some crazy Pennsylvania driver could kill me tomorrow on Route 1 on my way to Walmart. One never knows does one? So I treasure each day that I get up in the morning and thank God (or whoever) for giving me one more day on this earth in a body that still works relatively well and a brain that still functions (most of the time anyway).
I wish nothing but the best to whomever or whoever won the Mega Millions jackpot. I'm just happy I got off of that fantasy trip to nowhere. I'm saving my money. I need it.