I attract miracles into my life.

The improbable good things mostly arrive through people, which is why they look like luck from outside.

The job came from a conversation in a queue. The flat came through somebody's cousin. The person you have been with for eleven years was at a party you nearly skipped, in a coat you were about to take off at the door.

None of it was arranged and none of it was earned. But it does have one feature in common: you were out, in a room, talking to somebody. Miracles turn out to be unexpectedly dependent on attendance.