Why, oh why, can humans never be content/grateful for what they have? Enough is never enough, fatally and tragically, proven by this story. A mother's love for money drives her anxious as one of her son's falls into a trance, becoming obsessed with horse racing. Why did it take the end result for her to (not) learn her lesson? Couldn't she have changed her thinking sooner? You, in a way, make part of your own luck, I'm convinced, and this mother, in part, made some of hers.