Breaking the language barrier

It happened again tonight. Sort of. I say sort of because I wasn't talking, I was thinking. But I envisioned the word in my head. "Lucky." As I sat at the table, cutting out would-be magnets from a poster board as a fun little crafty project I'm doing for my daughter, the television was on in the background. We were watching the Disney movie "Hercules," which I'd never seen before. I thought the female antagonist, Meg, was great; she was quite fetchingly sardonic, had sold her soul for Jason (only to have him betray her), and was grossly misunderstood. If the movie were more recent, it could have been a very accurate cinematic depiction of my life, albeit in cartoon. The movie sounded so much like my own life, only better, since my life isn't (but could be...) a fable of Greek mythology. Somewhere near the end of the movie, I thought to myself just how lucky I am, despite everything I've endured in the last 5 years. Cut to commercial, and within one second, from the television I heard, "Wouldn't you be lucky if..." I stopped listening after that. I already know I am.