My guardian angel sucks, of course, works, but in three shifts

I am an unbeliever, but I began to believe in miracles in my 39 years. After all, you can not all write off a coincidence or something else.

37 years

The day before the trip to the North, I twisted my leg. Yes, not just twisted it, but with a rupture of ligaments. That year, a good job was covered with a copper basin. I called my friend, whom we had been hanging out with for a few years, explained the situation. We were engaged in clearing the glades. It's also a pleasure, by the way: when it's warm - mosquitoes and marshes, when it's cold - then it's absolutely fine. But in 2015 the shuttle bus broke down. The guys wandered in the frost for several days. Of the four people, three were frozen to death. My friend was one of those who remained forever in the North. But I also had to be on that bus.

38 years

With friends at the dacha they decided to fry shish kebabs and beer to drink. We got closer to the river. We took brazier, packages with food and went. The droshky was already flared up, as suddenly the sky dragged on and out of the gray clouds flew. The rain just went off the wall. My companions and I sat down under a hefty linden tree. We see that the shish kebabs can not be fried any more and decided to return to the dacha. We moved 40 meters from the tree, as a clap of such force that even the lungs squeezed. I never heard such a strong thunder. Along with the thunder, lightning flashed. It is noteworthy that the lightning struck directly into the lime tree under which we recently hid. The tree broke from lightning to the very bottom. I do not remember who first suggested returning from the river directly under the downpour, but it was damn brilliant.

39 years

I wake up. The time now is 03:23. I feel that my bladder is on the edge. While swinging, until he reached the toilet. While I washed my hands. I decided to stay in the kitchen. I made a couple of sandwiches and poured milk. The whole thing was warmed up. I'm sitting, I'm gossiping. Well, do not go on sleeping on a hungry stomach, because it's still a long time until the morning. A terrible rumble comes from the bedroom. It turned out that while I was sitting in the kitchen, a gale-rained wind tore off a sheet of metal from the next house, and carefully pushed it right into the bed through the window. Leaf entered the bed like a knife in oil. Of course, the bed had to be thrown away, the window had to be restored, but somehow not at ease, from the fact that if I returned from the toilet to the bedroom, and not to the kitchen.

conclusions

I no longer skate to the North, do not grill kebabs in the distance from buildings, and by the way, I moved the bed away from the window. Whether it is a little ...