This one’s for sixpenceee.
Over the years, I’ve discovered something that I’m not sure what to make of. To put it bluntly there has been several instances where, by all rights, I should have died, or at least been severally injured, and I was pushed into safety. The first time this happened I was with a few friends at a camp ground/park in the middle of the woods. While we were going for a jog along a trail, we found out that we were at the top of a 50ft cliff. So, being teenage boys, we found a wide enough ledge and jumped down. after we had our fun, we all climbed up. The others all had a boost up, but I was the last one so I had to climb. Just before I reached the top, I lost my footing and through my hand up for a hand hold but missed and began to fall. It looked as if I was going to fall off the cliff to my death, but just then I felt a push from underneath me and I was propelled up to where I could grab a root and be pulled up. None of my friends or I ever figured out what happened. The next instance, just a week later, nearly had the opposite effect. I was going down a small bluff, this one about 20ft (I know, I know, I have a thing for rock walls) and a large rock that I was getting ready to step on suddenly moved before I so much as touched it. This caused me to lose my balance and pitch head first down the bluff. I should have been at least hurt by the fall, but again I felt a push from underneath me cushion my fall and I was perfectly fine after a 15ft belly flop. Other instances include once when I was driving I was forced to miss a oncoming semi, when I was target shooting I was pushed down out of the way of a ricocheting bullet, and finally, I was pushed out of the way of a falling wooden beam. I have no way of explaining this, but clearly something or someone wants me alive (and maybe others want me dead based on the moving rock on the bluff)
Hotel showers are really weird because they can range anywhere from “gently peeing on you” to “I fear for the safety of my nipples”