A matter of choice

A story read long back in anandha vikatan or kumudham.

He has a unnatural knack. He could identify things that were different.
When he saw the one lottery ticket that was going to win the prize, he sensed it. He bought a lot of lottery tickets, He always won. He started trying his hand at number locks. He could very easily open any safe vault. He always succeeded in finding the pass code.
He became famous. He was arrested.
He argued that it was his special gift and he had merely used it. Judge was rather amused and offered two choices considering the un-natural gift.
He could take a ten year sentence. Or,
There would be ten thousand guns outta which one is empty. The culprit would choose the gun with which he would be shot.
He chose the latter.
He was pretty tense when he saw the ten thousand guns lined up. He started analysing one by one. His confidence returned. He felt like choosing a lottery ticket. He came to the gun. He could feel it.
They shot him with the gun.
The judge was sad. It was the only one loaded.

Some choices end like this. I wonder if god, like the judge, goes sad when such things happen.