I missed the first WTC bombing, the PATH one, by a very, very small margin. I was darn lucky. Had I been five minutes later, taken another train I might well have been killed on my way to work. But this was my narrowest escape ever. I had a meeting in that building that day. I was living in FL at the time, in Tampa, and I was dealing with some legal stuff. I was supposed to meet up with someone in that building not 20 mins before this mentally ill kid terrorist flew a plane into it. Later I found out I'd have been sitting pretty much where he aimed it if I had gone, but I just didn't feel like doing the appointment that day. I rescheduled, something which probably saved my life. I still can't tell you why I did. I had no legit reason for doing so, I just woke up that morning and I just didn't feel like it, blew it off, even though it was an important matter.
I'm not real religious, nor do I usually call them "angels" per se but whatever created us, whatever light beings are around looking after us they have more than once been working overtime on my behalf because I have escaped death more times than I can just chalk up to mere coincidence. There have been several bad accidents and illnesses besides, times when I should have died. I don't know why I am still here most days, I really don't. I've lost some good friends, people who were far better people than I am. I will never understand it, why they, such deserving people, so good compared to me, died so young and yet I am still here. It makes no sense to me.
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