A Story.

The whole village came to see him. The child who had arrived feet-first into the world. In the small town of Kundapore, the birth was nothing short of a miracle.
The mother, proud but exhausted after the difficult breech-birth, smiled wanly at the visitors, as they flocked outside the birthing room, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the baby.
Slowly, the word spread. To arrive feet-first in a world, accustomed to seeing the bawling red faces of babies popping out first, was a sure-shot way to fame.
The child was hailed as divine and taken all over the town to be shown off. His baby feet were touched with reverence and the old and ailing all gathered round to seek his blessings. Hs touch was supposed to cure all sickness, impart luck and avert the evil eye.
Growing up, we never knew the story. All we knew was that we had a great-uncle, who had weak legs and limped around the house in great pain. We had never seen him walk normally, without wincing at each step.
Perhaps, all the luck he brought into the world had rubbed off, right off him. The lucky child, could not bring himself any good fortune.