I am amazed that it took this guy's death for me to hear his story. A mere two days after my own zen koan—when falling eagle crap misses you but lands in your hot tub, is that good luck or bad?—I have been humbled by the master. Gentle readers, I give you Tsutomu Yamaguchi, who survived the Hiroshima bombing and then returned to his home. In Nagasaki.
Same question, different scale: is Yamaguchi the luckiest person in all of human history—or the unluckiest?