Blessed

In spite of my irreverence, I remain blessed. The Irish Catholic kid in spite of himself must be doing something right or I wouldn't be this fortunate. I have a friend who marvels at my friends. They come from all generations, walks of life and social strata.
He marvels that many of them are not only younger than I, but that many are women. Some of them terribly attractive women. He asks me, how do you do that? How do you surround yourself with so many great people? Why are so many of them so attractive? So talented? So brilliant? So generous? So warm?

I don't have an answer. You might ask them, I won't. (Never look a gift horse in the mouth)

Oh what a lucky man.