Getting Lucky
For me, it was a small stuffed elephant Ryan had won for me at a fair when I was four.
It was ratty, but clean, and the same good luck charm I’d had with me throughout every single phase of life, from the day he proudly presented it to me at that fair. He was eight at the time, missing a few teeth, and when he handed it over, his chest was swollen with pride for having won it.
“Okay, everyone.” Craig’s voice boomed from the front of the massive office—bullpen, I corrected myself mentally. “Insert your name as a username, and a computer-generated password will pop up. You’ll need to change that password to one you’ve chosen yourself before you continue.”