Life keeps Slapping Me in the Face with Chances

Okay, so I didn’t win anything in the short story competition – but at least now I have a short story up my sleeve that I can pull out for any magic trick conversation or resume beautification. Now I can say that I wrote a short story and that I will be writing another one and another one and another one, until I win something from this seemingly destined competition (in my eyes). And each rejection solidifies a practice round. I guess it’s a win-win situation with two different shaped trophies, but with the same name etched in it over and over again with each trial.

Switching gears a bit; these past couple of days I feel my life has been spared. Thank you God and thank you for those who helped to spare it. The first exempt from death or serious injury occurred beyond the guarding walls of safety enclosing my house. I was in the city with Steph – the place of awarefulness, or is it? We were about to cross the street just as the walk sign lit up. But I didn’t see the biker making a turn on the curb I just got off of to cross the street. Steph stopped me on time so that the biker just barely had a chance to graze any part of me. He must have been going more than 20 miles per hour. I heard him. He was about to say or yell out something, but when he briefly saw that I wasn’t harmed, he suppressed it squeezing out a high pitch grunt. I didn’t really realize what had happened until I was on the other side of the street. Steph had saved my life.

The second time I was excused from death was when I had my little adventurous accident while practicing muay thai with Kuya. I was switching into the left roudnhouse kick, but I inadvertently lifted off the ground and flipped so that I landed on my front, horizontally – similar to a belly flop on a wooden floor, covered by a rug. I was lucky enough not to have my head hit the floor in an odd and potentially deadly position. I was lucky enough not to have my any of my legs or arms land in a way that they’d get broken or severely injured. By the end of that day, I just felt really lucky – that I was alive and able to laugh about it. But I’m sort of the kind of person who thinks everything is destined to happen thanks to the man upstairs. So I knew that he got my back on this one and allowed me to shrugged it off and laugh. Thanks.