Redemption Poem by Bill Upton

For years he devoted his spirit
To master his craft,
To become a champion,
Overcoming obstacles and sharpening skills.
His overwhelming, all encompassing desire to succeed
Pushed his body and mind past typical levels of discomfort.
He was introduced to fatigue uncommon in human conditions.
His body ached beyond body ache.
His mind refused to be distracted by common thought.
He welcomed disciplined repetition past maddening levels
To make second nature that which he would need to call upon
In times of physical and mental weakness.
He sweated surrender from his pores
And drove himself past safety zones of courage.
He cut off every artery of retreat
With an unbending will and an incorrigible constitution.
He left everything he had on the field,
And looked up in shock as his opponent shook his hand
And said, 'You were lucky today.'

Lucky...

So that's what luck is.