6 a.m. on Sunday morning, sun was out, rain was falling, he'd be there knocking on my door. That old man would take me fishing, and I'd spend the whole day wishing that I caught the most. But he'd end up with more, and I'd say, you lucky old man, he'd just shake his head and grin, look at me and say. Lucky, nothing comes for free, it's worth it when it don't come easily. You've earned it when you know you've done your best, slow down, take your time, and you might be surprised how lucky you get. That tackle box of fishing gear, he said he'd had for thirty years, shining like he bought it yesterday. He said when you work hard for all you've got, and go without to pay it off, why would anyone just throw it away? He said I learned some time ago, when it comes to luck, you make your own. Lucky, nothing comes for free, it's worth it when it don't come easily. You've earned it when you know you've done your best, slow down, take your time, and you might be surprised how lucky you get. Now when my kids say, Dad, you had it made in those easy good old days, when luck just came your way, you know what I say. Lucky, nothing comes for free, it's worth it when it don't come easily. You've earned it when you know you've done your best, slow down, take your time, and you might be surprised how lucky you get. Slow down, take your time, and you might be surprised how lucky you get. Slow down, take your time, and you might be surprised how lucky you get.