Luck

I do not believe in luck. I believe that it is just a mathematical probability. Look at it this way. A person cannot be just plain lucky. Something has to act in conjunction with luck. Thus is my belief.
Adding to my belief is my Faithful science background. So I have no belief in miracles or any sort of paranormal things. I believe that whatever happens has a face of logic in it. When I say face, it might not be visible all the times. So that adds fate to my ‘I do not believe in’ list.
It was a night like any other Saturday night. I was sitting in the emergency room during my surgical rotation. I was happy as there were a few surgical references as against a load of medical references, which someone else was handling. I know I sound selfish. Medicine makes a person selfish. So, as usual, I was finding peace in the chaos around me. It was around 2.00 – 2.15 am, that a huge man was wheeled in the casualty. He was accompanied with a dozen of relatives, and a police constable. It was a medico legal case, a usual customer on a Saturday night. It was a surgical reference, so I rushed in to have a ‘damage assessment’ look, termed as preliminary examination. He was sweating profusely, was cold with jumpy vitals. He had three stab injuries in his abdomen. History from the relatives revealed that the person had a drunken brawl and acquired the injuries. There was a need of a CT scan to assess the extent of injuries to internal organs. But the facility was not available at our establishment, so it was suggested that the person should be transferred to a better hospital.
While the necessary paperwork was being processed, my senior suggested me to do a digital examination of the wound. By this, he wanted me to poke my pinky in those stab wounds and feel the inside of his abdomen. Plainly speaking, I was not interested. The idea in itself was too gross. But I followed the ‘obey thy senior’ dictum, donned my latex gloves (they are a rare sight in the government hospital. you need to carry your own box!) and put my little finger in the gaping wounds. In the most upper wound, I could feel the heart beating. It was so near the heart, that had the stab been a centimeter above, or had the angle been a few degrees more, the person would have been wheeled in toe first in the morgue!
Was it his luck, or was it just a mathematical probability, I cannot say.
P.S. I don’t know what happened to the patient after he was shifted to KEM. One cannot trace all the patients you know!