There are birthday gifts, and then there are birthday miracles.

Some people get socks. Some get a new tie. And then there’s a guy from Simsbury, Connecticut, who casually gave himself a $1 million Powerball win for his 60th birthday. Talk about setting the bar high for next year.

Every neighborhood has a “lucky spot.” A corner store that sells more scratchers than sandwiches, a clerk who swears by birthdays and anniversaries, a rumor that someone’s cousin’s barber once hit big. Most of the time, it’s folklore. Then a BP station in Yonkers went and made it real—three $1 million Powerball winners from the same drawing, same store, same night.

There are lottery wins that change lives — and then there are the ones that make history books do a double take.

Meet the Seven Bridges Revocable Trust from Fredericksburg, Texas — the newest members of the “We Won So Much Money We Need a Lawyer to Claim It” club. They just walked away with half of the $1.8 billion Powerball jackpot from September 6, the second largest in U.S. history.

When you win two billion dollars, you can do just about anything — buy islands, build spaceships, start a cult of golden Labradors. But what Edwin Castro is doing with his fortune? It’s something a little different. He’s trying to buy back the past.

Here’s a fun human glitch for you: sometimes the brain meets life-changing news and replies with, “Cool. Let’s clean the carpet.”

That’s basically what happened to Ron Rothe, 73, from Denison, Iowa. He’d been driving around for a week with a Powerball ticket in his glove compartment—because, like most of us, he assumed big wins only happen to someone else, somewhere else. Rumors floated around town that a $1 million ticket had been sold locally. Cute story. Probably not him.

Picture this: Saturday night, family car ride. Dad’s driving. Mom’s in the passenger seat scratching a $30 “MAX-A-MILLION” ticket she grabbed at the Quality Mart on Cotton Grove Road. In the back, her son casually drops, “I hope you win on number 55.”

Imagine winning almost a billion dollars — $893.5 million to be exact — and instead of rushing out to buy yachts or islands, you shrug and say, “I’d rather just hang out at home.”