Is it good or bad luck?

When I arrived back in Kota Kinabalu at 13:00, I had already been awake for ten hours, & had been up and down the highest mountain in SE Asia. Which is another way of saying, I wasn't entirely with it. I wanted to check a few things online so immediately went to an internet cafe and then decided to upload some photos of Mt. Kinabalu. My camera was not in my day bag. It wasn't in my pockets and it wasn't in my main bag. I found the case in my pocket and my stomach sank like a Jim Davidson performance at a feminist rally. I tried phoning Kinabalu Park to see if I left it on the counter as I remembered taking it out there. The phone's batteries decided that this was a good time to take a break and the call ended before it began. I concluded that as the case was in my pocket, then the camera must have been with it, and therefore it must have fallen out after I left Kinabalu Park - It must be on one of the buses I'd used. I ran (with full backpack on) to the bus station in Kota Kinabalu and tried to find the last bus I had been on. There was no sign of the camera on the bus and a rather optimistic driver eased my distress by saying it would be long gone by now. Ta buddy. Not giving up, I got a taxi to the main bus terminal where the first bus had arrived and began asking everyone and anyone. My main problem was that I hadn't received a bus ticket for this journey, so had no way of knowing which bus company I had been with. The situation wasn't helped by the fact I was also unable to even say what colour the bus was. As I said - I wasn't entirely with it. The only thing people could offer me was their sympathies and my hope was fading like a aging rocker's hairline. The commotion caused by my running up and down alerted the police to my presense and more people began to come forward to help. And then i heard four beautiful words - "Was it a 'Canon'?" At this point I hadn't said what type of camera it was so a hurricane of hope surged through me as I ran towards the angel that spoke. In his hand was my intact camera with all pictures remaining. In fact, there were even a few new additions, which I think I'll keep as a reminder of my status as the luckiest person to ever travel through SE Asia. I wouldn't have cared about the camera as I could have claimed on insurance and got a better model, but the thought of losing the photos of every day of my life for the past 4 months was a notion of intolerable cruelty.



So, was I unlucky to have lost my camera in the first place or exceptionally lucky to have found it again. I like to think that moments like this are a true example of the balance in life. The difference between an optimist and a pessimist can be distinguished by what side of this they focus on.