I'm lucky.

Sami is lucky.

What a lucky person he is!

How lucky you are!

How lucky you are!

Sami is blessed to be a Muslim today.

He is more lucky than clever.

Thank you. Very lucky to be here. Thank you.

You know, in the Middle Ages, in England, when you met a very poor person, that person would be described as an unfortunate literally, somebody who had not been blessed by fortune, an unfortunate.

CP You're lucky that this is not being streamed to them live right now.

I know that I am fortunate enough that when I do die, I will be remembered by friends and loved ones.

And I feel very privileged to have stumbled across it living in the Maldives.

One guy who described himself as being lucky, because he lost his left arm, and he's a righty.

And this is an insight that came, about two decades ago, from a person that I'm very fortunate to work with, David Kaplan.

Now astrology we remove the banal idea that your life could be predicted that you'll, perhaps today, meet a lucky man who's wearing a hat.

Australia is lucky to have a rich endowment of natural resources, including iron ore.

If I have said to corruption, 'You are my father ' to the worm, 'My mother,' and 'my sister '

You, even you, are to be feared. Who can stand in your sight when you are angry?

For you are great, and do wondrous things. You are God alone.

I have said to corruption, Thou art my father to the worm, Thou are my mother, and my sister.

Thou, even thou, art to be feared and who may stand in thy sight when once thou art angry?

For thou art great, and doest wondrous things thou art God alone.

You opened up spring and stream. You dried up mighty rivers.

You have set all the boundaries of the earth. You have made summer and winter.

As a mantle, you will roll them up, and they will be changed but you are the same. Your years will not fail.

Thou didst cleave the fountain and the flood thou driedst up mighty rivers.

Thou hast set all the borders of the earth thou hast made summer and winter.

And as a vesture shalt thou fold them up, and they shall be changed but thou art the same, and thy years shall not fail.

You rule the pride of the sea. When its waves rise up, you calm them.

Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves. Beloved

Pilate asked him, Are you the King of the Jews? He answered, So you say.

Pilate asked him, Are you the King of the Jews? He answered him, So you say.

Thou rulest the raging of the sea when the waves thereof arise, thou stillest them.

Behold, thou art fair, my love behold, thou art fair thou hast doves' eyes.

And Pilate asked him, Art thou the King of the Jews? And he answering said unto him, Thou sayest it.

And Pilate asked him, saying, Art thou the King of the Jews? And he answered him and said, Thou sayest it.

You are my life.

I'm not sure.

Yes, indeed.

You're a traitor.

You're a coward.

You're neurotic.

You're a tool.

You're an suck up.

You're a lurker.