precursor
suddenly today i remembered this little wounded bird. it was a friday, the day before my fall. as usual i was waiting for my carpooler in our rendezvous point (a designated parking lot). feeling bored I looked around for meaningless things when a something hopped into my view. it hopped closer as i realized that it was a tiny bird flapping its wings, however couldn't fight the gravity. that's when my carpooler came. we walked towards the bird. he picked up the apparent wounded bird. couldn't take it to the office, so we decided to put it within the bushes instead of the paved parking lot. then the next day, I fell and broke my fibula. coincidence? premonition? or just bad luck? but isn't break a leg supposed to be good luck?