At first, when my onward journey appeared thwarted at every turn, I figured my luck had run out. However, by the time the day was over, I had begun to wonder if the incumbent weather diverting my plane may have been due to divine intervention.

Saints Days, snow, and holidays had left me stranded in Dublin alone. I had needed the luck of the Irish that day, and the Irish believed nothing was luckier than a rare four-leaf clover. Yet it turned out nothing was as rare or as lucky as the Daisy I found in the Lucky Shamrock public house. Lucky Me.