[ WP ] You are the luckiest person on Earth . Everything you make an attempt for works in your favor . However , there two catches : you are absorbing the luck of those around you , and anyone who tries to profit from your luck ( even with your help ) is met with the worst luck immediately .

I made my way through the halls like a chameleon, seen by all but noticed by none. Confident, certain in my stride, I looked as though I belonged. After all, why not be confident? No one was going to stop me. 
 
 *I'd often wondered, as a child, why people found things so difficult. Double flip on the trampoline, why not? It could n't be my fault that my friend imitated me and broke his spine... could it? * 
 
 I had no idea where I was going, to tell the truth. Idly, I wondered what would happen if my gift decided to abandon me today. Prison, no doubt, followed by a very unusual conversation with an interrogator. Perhaps a mental hospital afterwards? I smiled to myself; it would be an interesting change, at least. Ah, a map. How convenient. 
 
 *Once I became a teenager, I began to connect the dots. The girl of my dreams falls for me, and my best friend loses his, the next day. I make an impossible basketball shot, only to turn and find the defender checking me clutching his ankle on the floor. Time and time again, I hit the jackpot, and those around me got the shaft. Impossible to miss, after a time, and hard to live with once you know. * 
 
 A security checkpoint? Child's play, to someone in my position. I punched in 5391, fully expecting the door to open. No? Really? Then a security guard passed by the door, as I stood on the other side. `` My lucky day'', I thought to myself grimly. 8196 it is then. Another obstacle at my back, with me left wondering what fate would befall the guard who missed my passage. 
 
 *The scariest part was when another figured it out. Rather than take the obvious path, and get as far away from me as possible, he decided to see if he could take advantage of my luck. It was a shame, what happened to his family, but it finally woke me to the possibilities I was missing. * 
 
 Finally, the door I had been searching for. The guards nodded me through, clearly mistaking my identity. Whether this was right, or wrong, I felt I at least had to try. 
 
 `` Can I help you?'' asked the man at the other side of the desk, clearly confused at my presence. 
 
 `` Actually, Mr. Putin, I thought perhaps I could help you. I have a rather unique gift, you see, and I thought perhaps you might think of a use for it...''
