How do you define luck?
I have this sort of love-hate relationship with bamboo. In my early teens, my best friend had big stands of bamboo growing on their farm, and one day he introduced me to bamboo diving – climbing up a big willow tree near the bamboo and jumping into the tops of the bamboo, like it was water. All seemed to go great, for a while until I noticed an itch starting to develop. By the next day, I had blown up like a balloon, with millions of tiny bamboo barbs in my skin, and spent a very uncomfortable week as the itching went down.
I love bamboo as a resource, it is such a wonderful wood to work with, for creating all sorts of tools and pipes.
As to luck, like many others here, where preparation meets opportunity.
It seems that the probability functions that allow for variability at many levels of our being have room enough for a bit of luck now and then.