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We took it easy in the afternoon. The low following the adrenalin high made me subdued. I spent a lot of time holding my pair of three year olds tight, thinking about how quickly life can change.
We picked the boys up from school and attending soccer training. I couldn't actually tell anyone about what had happened. Fearing judgement. Feeling embarrassed.
We got home and the Geege was whipping up dinner. Dew Drop and I were grooving to a few tunes while we created a salad to complete the meal. I was starting to feel like things were going to be okay. We are all alive and well. That is all that matters.
Then we heard a loud cracking noise; an explosion of sorts. I quickly looked over at the Geege, surprised to find that the ceramic cook top had shattered while he was using it. The safety glass was in a million pieces; the element still red hot.
The Geege was remarkably unharmed. No random electric shock. No shards of glass in his eyes or skin.
Dew Drop and I were unscathed too.
Another near miss. Unbelievable.
They say that things happen in threes. I am a bit superstitious like that. Last night I kept expecting something else to happen.
And then it did.
My friend M reiterated a story from his day when we were at our trivia planning meeting last night. His story started with "I nearly had a head on in Galston Gorge this morning". I interjected with a relieved "That is great to hear!"* before he could finish his story.
Everyone stared at me. Not quite the socially acceptable response to a friend's near death experience, right?
It took a bit of explaining but everyone understood in the end. M's story was harrowing, but he had survived. Just like we all had. We had a giggle and closed the door on that trio of near-misses.
Are you a bit superstitious too? Do you think things happen in threes?
* I may have even thrown in an air punch. I am like that. People love being friends with me!