Near Death
I went to Cousins Subs today - and next door is a smoke shop. In their window was a huge display for "Zig-Zags". It jogged my memory to when I was living in Phoenix with Trista. I was home alone one day, and a man came to the door - I didn't think twice about opening it (I suppose I was young, and had not yet discovered my addiction to reality crime TV). I said Hi and he kinda stood there looking at me, shifting his weight back and forth - and asked me if I had any zig-zags. I looked at him for a moment, trying to process what that was - and said no and smiled and closed the door. I had to ask someone what that was - but thinking back - being home alone, and him being at least a foot or more taller, and quite a bit larger then me - he could have at any point pushed me back into the house and had his way. I was looking in the peephole when i closed the door, and he walked in front of the door a few times before leaving. I hadn't really thought of it in any sort of dangerous light before.
So that got me thinking of possible other times I was right in dangers way - and it was avoided.
In the winter when I was helping out with the kids at Westfork Church - we took them up north to play in the snow. I had brought a camping stove to make lunch with. While they all went out to walk around Trista and I stayed back to make lunch. It was so cold outside, we decided to get into the car with the stove and put the heat on. It smelled kinda funny in the car, but I didn't think anything of it. Thinking back now - We definitly could have died of carbon monoxide poisioning - but we did not.
When I was about 3 or 4 years old my mom took my brother and I to Smart and Final. We were following her around, and apparently I found a spray bottle on the floor, and decided to spray it into my mouth. My mom went to beauty school, and often cut peoples hair, as well as ours, so I would spray her water bottle in my mouth, and since I didn't know the difference, did the same here. My brother got my mom, and I immediatly threw up. But what if i hadn't, and ingested the cleaner.
A couple of months ago Matt and I were coming home from dinner, and got cut off my a car in such a way, when we slammed on the breaks and still skidded within a 1/4 of an inch of hitting them. They took off - and we kept going. The car smelled like burnt rubber and chemicals. Down the freeway, almost home - Matt got a huge urge to use the restroom (even though he had just gone before we left the resturant) - so much so we had to pull off the freeway for him to stop. When we neared the stop light at the end of the off ramp - he realized out breaks were not working. If we had kept going on the freeway, what could have happened?
Its amazing to me the hand that is in my life - and makes me realize that there is no other explanation other than I am meant to be here. I'm not sure what for really, but i have two prime examples, Matt and Jaiden
So that got me thinking of possible other times I was right in dangers way - and it was avoided.
In the winter when I was helping out with the kids at Westfork Church - we took them up north to play in the snow. I had brought a camping stove to make lunch with. While they all went out to walk around Trista and I stayed back to make lunch. It was so cold outside, we decided to get into the car with the stove and put the heat on. It smelled kinda funny in the car, but I didn't think anything of it. Thinking back now - We definitly could have died of carbon monoxide poisioning - but we did not.
When I was about 3 or 4 years old my mom took my brother and I to Smart and Final. We were following her around, and apparently I found a spray bottle on the floor, and decided to spray it into my mouth. My mom went to beauty school, and often cut peoples hair, as well as ours, so I would spray her water bottle in my mouth, and since I didn't know the difference, did the same here. My brother got my mom, and I immediatly threw up. But what if i hadn't, and ingested the cleaner.
A couple of months ago Matt and I were coming home from dinner, and got cut off my a car in such a way, when we slammed on the breaks and still skidded within a 1/4 of an inch of hitting them. They took off - and we kept going. The car smelled like burnt rubber and chemicals. Down the freeway, almost home - Matt got a huge urge to use the restroom (even though he had just gone before we left the resturant) - so much so we had to pull off the freeway for him to stop. When we neared the stop light at the end of the off ramp - he realized out breaks were not working. If we had kept going on the freeway, what could have happened?
Its amazing to me the hand that is in my life - and makes me realize that there is no other explanation other than I am meant to be here. I'm not sure what for really, but i have two prime examples, Matt and Jaiden