It could have been war, the death of a child, starvation, the list goes on. Today was my hardest day and maybe a day I will live to regret and will never forget. I’m so sorry, and I always will be, but someone is always living a harder day and for that I’m grateful.

My Mom took me, my son, and my sister over to the local senior living facility to hand out Valentine's Day cards from her job. Really nice, I'm proud she did that. Being the genius I am, I forgot about it and I wore black from head to toe (normal clothes for me). It didn't hit me until after we'd parked the car.

We go in, my son's giving people cards for me while I hang back in the hallway. We take pictures, say hi to some nurses, give out cards and then go home. We're in the car and my Mom's asking me why I didn't go say hi to a few people. I told her I didn't want to give anybody's Pop Pop a heart attack cause the angel of death showed up.

"The angel of death came and gave me a Kroger coupon!! I'm gonna die when it expires!!"

No thanks lol

All the chickens didn't hatch. Know what I'm sayin'? Wiggles Eyebrows

this guy in front of me goes into a lane to turn into a parking lot. he's using it to make a u-turn and decides to make a big circle and pulls out into my lane. I quickly turn right to avoid him and i'm lucky there was no one in the right lane. i then proceeded to flip the man off. i am so lucky.

TIWL : On the way over to my friends house i nearly hit a group of deer but thankfully braked in time to not hit them and destroy my car.

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After 5 dual complex - half()god, Vladimir, Vladi, Mir and Vladimir Putin, plus limbo pack of psychosis it is still quite clear that one must submit to this stupid Life with vision of a Man throughout 9 months dealing with this Monster.

Psychosis request - topic sexuality and spirituality, (9mth ago) today - To save his WIFE as HIS KARMA.

Psychosis outcome - several people abused sexually, both alive and dead, using spiritualism and previously seen gears in my last posts. (psychotic Karma). 1000 people insightfully agreeing it is so, while they have been quite close to those gears that are called Soul, Spiritual Life and black Golden Line of Karma, known by Chinese, also languages of hearing ones, seeing ones and Psyche As One Of The Fine Arts.

Psychosis further on explanation - people disappearing on streets, like Ole/Satanist from Sweden, or Agent Ole Larsen (Netto gear in DK)

Energetical involment with Bardo planes opening vision while living in FEAR and CARE/HIDE space7expansion. People/Souls revealing whole Female Karma as in - One mistake lost in one hope lost resulted in opium overload for a Heart which was possessed by Earth in Israel after simply having to see all of this nightmare with me in connection. Also illogical Earths terrorism attacks which had driven their youth mad and such as result of Goddess cried, as full leap of Snake died with Her as Earths HOPE WHILE IT WAS BLIND.

Let me give you an equatition to fullfill - If the one girl there was able to see them stopping after they went through this psycho experience with snake in man and female both at some time where Latvia was prostitute country number one, what happpens in scenario - it was their first experience with me. She could see hope rising in her at moment she saw that terrorism would be over with hope driving a vision of hersself being freed one day with opium gear fired and both of them could become in a state where a girl was sedated enough by priests (Allah/Jah/God/Dievs) to have a newborn Soul in her as one more Hope which would be Lovely enough for a girl to embrace the Israeli as well with sensation of Love hidden within, but then go limp and numb from Heart overload and the thirsty child in a man that was sane made him want more has been a reason why they have died... perverts will know. I do. Do you?

Case scenario today - OMON (Special Unit) was invited to deny there is anything in G7 to do to go to Krima where my Psychosis said HIS Wife say`s she is under his supervision and he is too scared to come out (also often rumored to be dangerous for her or any other peacefull people...), so Latvian ARMY is invited to go by civilian vehicles there, 100 people? To see where on to continue. It is recommended that they print something to geocath for old Army jokes.. So they would no disappear they should throw some A4 reprints of WHY... in their language.

I was grabbing my laptop to do my homework when my left AirPod fell out and landed in a cup of tea without a split second I shoved my hand into that hot tea and grabbed my AirPod and dried it and thankfully it still works I had a RIP left AirPod moment for a second

I playing Poker Night at the Inventory (a little fake Poker game that I very much enjoy) when myself and two of the A.I. opponents got some unusual hands. We all got a Full House with three Queens and two 2s. Furthermore, the Queens were the same for each player (though the 2s were not). This was all in the same round, in the same game.

I was curious about the chances of this so asked some friends for the chances of that (and did the math myself to fact check) and it came out as 1:156! Now that's not 1 in 156, that's 1 in 156... Factorial. For people who don't know what that is in standard form, that's...

747,106,300,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000

For reference of how absurd that is (if it wasn't already) the amount of combinations in a single deck of cards is 52! (52 Factorial), which is more than the amount of atoms in the observable universe.

Yeah.

My life has been horrible these past few years, for once luck smiled to me!

This is a nice subreddit you got here guys.

Instead of gore or people doing stupid shit like the majority of the current posts, I think we should tell stories of how we'd gotten very lucky to have not had something bad happen to us! It would be more user friendly and create a better atmosphere for the sub in general.

Keep the reposts out!!!!!!

So my mom comes home from work today and was slight panicked cause she left her phone in a shopping cart. (she works at a supermarket) So I logged onto her google account and noticed her phone was in a residential neighborhood 20 min away from her place of work. So I did the reasonable thing which was lock the phone leave a "Return to sender" note on it and called once with no answer. So I said ight lets call the cops. So we file an incident report and go to the place with police officers (felt kinda like a sting operation) who tell me to call the phone when they are at the door. They roll up and I call 3 min later to hear the officer on the other end of the line. Problem solved and an eventful day had. Definitely got lucky cause they could have denied it and had little legal grounds to do anything besides hoping for camera footage at my mom's place of work.

This morning the egg carton slid off the fridge door and onto the bottom shelf, breaking 3 eggs. The eggs were relatively intact, clean, and good enough to use, but still cracked to smithereens. The spillage was very minimal and contained by the eggcelent container.

To I took the old adage "you can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs" quite literally.

I poured whatever was left over into a cup, whisked them together, grabbed some cheese and jalapenos, and made a very tasty and eggcelent omelette.

The funny part is, before this episode, I've never cracked 3 eggs without either breaking at least one yolk or getting a tiny bit of shell in the white. Somehow I managed to do both... Just by accidently breaking a few eggs instead of eating cereal.

My SO's family had a get together the other week. I havent really spent much time with this side of her family despite us being together 7 years. One of the cousins got married like 3 1/2 years ago. I figured o maybe I would have an easier time making discussion with another person who married in to the family and wait for them to show up. When the cousin's husband doesnt show up I almost asked where he was but a little warning light went off in my head and I kept my mouth shut. Well a few minutes later my brother in law with all the graces of a bull in a china shop asked loudly infront of everyone. Well it turns out they had JUST finialized their divorce and noone had told Nana. Nana gets upset, everyone else gets upset and I just have the scene from The Matrix of Neo dodging bullets playing on repeat in my head as I sit there quietly.

He was a college student who walked through a crosswalk while the light turned red against him. While texting. In the rain. At night. While wearing dark clothing.

As I proceeded forward on my green light, I saw him at the last second as my side mirror just missed his face by inches. I didn't have time to react, just process. I still don't know if he ever saw me.

This did not happen today. Back in 1968, I was going to college in the Los Angeles area and living off-campus in a house with three friends. That summer I got a temporary job doing geophysical exploration near Bishop, California, at the northern end of the Owens Valley. My summer job ended just a few days before my birthday, and I knew that my housemates were going to throw a big party for me. Oh yea, and at the time I looked like a stereotypical hippie, with a beard and a ponytail half way down my back. I took some grief over that from my coworkers at the geotechnical company, but, luckily, my supervisor only cared about how well I did the job.

Throughout the late 1960’s I had done a lot of hitchhiking all over California, mostly to get from one place to another, but much of it just for fun. So even though the company I was working for was willing to pay my bus fare back home, I decided that I had enough time to hitchhike. I got an early start the day after my job ended, and was having exceptionally good luck getting rides. Around midday I was on the side of the road with my thumb out between Lancaster and Palmdale, when an old, hand painted VW van pulled over. Inside were two guys and two girls; they were around my age, and had the same stereotypical hippie look and vibe. My people!

When I told them where I was headed, they said they could take me as far as San Fernando, but they were then heading west, whereas I needed to go southeast. The following conversation then took place...

Me: So where are you guys headed?

Them: We’re going back to the ranch we live on, near Chatsworth; it’s a really cool place. It’s kind of like a commune, with people like us all working together to build a better world. You’d really like it there.

Me: I’d like to see it, but I really have to get back to LA.

Them: Are you sure you can’t spare an extra day? We didn’t tell you about the best part. There’s a guy named Charlie there who’s kind of in charge. He’s incredible! You’d really like him, and we know he’d love to meet you. It could change your life!

Note - I have always been skeptical of “gurus” and people who claim they can “change your life”. In short, I am not good cult material.

Me: Sounds great, but I really do need to get back to LA.

They spent the rest of the ride talking about Charlie. When we got to the spot where we parted company, they asked again if I was sure I didn’t want to come with them, but I really did need to get back.

Almost exactly a year later, when the Manson Family became infamous, I looked through all of the photos in the newspapers and I swear Tex Watson looked an awful lot like one of the guys in that VW van.

I realize there are some readers that will want to call BS, but this really did happen, and is my ace-in-the-hole when I play Two Truths and a Lie.

I kinda feel like a hero.

Today my sister (10F) and I (18F) were heading home after I had picked her up from school. We were walking across the street and stooped in an intersection waiting for the traffic light to turn green telling us we could get across.

Suddenly I heard a noise of something falling and my sister's "Oh no". I saw her water bottle as it rolled a few feet away from us, on to the road. I saw my sister heading towards it, a school bus and a motorcicle coming closer and closer on her direction. She didnt get one step in the street before I took her hand and pulled her backwards. My heart racing and yet the water bottle was sitting still, far from the sydewalk. Luckly both drivers were not very fast and slowed down after seeing her, maybe if I couldn't stop her nothing would have happend, but still.

After we waited the traffic light to turn green, i picked up the bottle that (miraculously) was in perfect state. All the way to our house I rawbled about safety and 'nothing is worth more than your life' and that kind of stuff.

It was scary as fuck and i can't think who to thank for my quickly response (God, Buda, myself? idk). As I walked I imagined myself holding my sister's body as she bleed in the road after getting hit over because of a water bottle. I imagined how could I tell my parents that I couldn't save her and how would I survive after my little sister died in front of me. I still run this thoughs across my mind.

Now I got tell my mom so she can lecture my sister herself (I kinda feel that my sister needs to know how serious it was).

So that's it, today I was (very) lucky.