Growing up in Brooklyn many, many years ago, my neighbor relays a story to me one morning that made my day.

He steps outside his house one late evening to have a smoke, looks down the block and sees some knucklehead using a slim jim on his car to gain access.

As he's quietly walking towards his car, there's a three (3) foot section of 2 by 4 sitting with my garbage, that he decides to borrow.

It wasn't a pretty sight what happened next, but it answered my question about all the flashing lites that late evening...

Timing in life, plus a little luck, can be everything...