From Alosha135: 27th - fortune
I have never been one to believe in luck. I am a practical man from a practical family; there is no room for superstition within the realms of logic.
I had also never before considered myself to be lonely. I have not had many friends and most of my peers tended to give me a wide birth, once they had discovered that I was not easily bullied or beaten, but that always suited me well enough. My fellows do nothing but provide noise and distraction, after all.
It is now that I have been (supposedly) thrown in with Watson by chance that I find myself using terms like "lucky" and "fortunate", for how else can I express my good fortune? I was a terribly lonely man until Stanford introduced me to the good doctor (not that I would ever admit it). Watson is the first human being that has ever accepted me as I am, with few complaints and still less conflict.
More to the point, were it not for two bullets, the fellow might still be in Afghanistan. Had he not been as alone as myself, we still would not have met.
Most importantly of all, if my Watson were not so patient and kind, we would never have become friends and had he not been so unwell when we were first lodging together, he would have set up a practice straight away and I would have lost the perfect colleague before I had even gained one.
I have come to the conclusion that I must be very fortunate indeed.