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I was just thinking about this on the way home from my drawing class. After purchasing a ticket for tonight’s draw, I began formulating my plans for tomorrow: I wake up, call the lottery line, discover that indeed 2.5 million dollars is my share of the jackpot, I call my sister, tell her to tell her husband and two girls that everything is all right but she just has to step outside for a moment to scream as loud as she can and dance the dance of joy, upon hearing this she knows we’ve won and we starting screaming together, I tell her to go straight from Seattle to Vancouver, I’ll be on the next plane and meet her there, we then proceed to track down my beloved to share the news, spend much need time with him, then my sister, her two girls and I get in the car and spend the next month enjoying the most incredible road trip ever.
I’m not sure you were looking for such detail, but…! As to how I’d actually allocate the funds, this would take some deciding. However, I do know that I would only keep enough to pay off our student loans and ensure that my partner and I could live comfortably and wade through grad school at whatever pace we choose. While I continue to think about winning the lottery, my attitude towards it has slightly changed. In March/April, I went through an incredibly tormenting and dark experience out of which I emerged with a new sense of joy and insight. And I can remember thinking a few weeks ago that if I would have had money, if I would have won the lottery, I never would have been in a position to reach that low--that low that I am now so grateful for. So, in response to Persephone’s initial question, yes, I think that winning that kind of money has the potential to ruin one’s life; however, it doesn’t need to be that way. Share, share, share. |
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