I'm pretty lucky to be alive. It's not that I have gone through the most impossible of circumstances, but I have come close to being seriously hurt several times.
I was about six years old. I can't remember exactly, but it was around that time. It was around the middle of the day and I was biking with my family. Crossing main street, I was hit by a car. I was thrown off my bike, but got up without a scratch.
I was about thirteen and riding my bike from school. A car pulled in front of me as I was riding off the curb and I hit it. I was thrust off my bike and flew over the trunk of the car, but got back up without a scratch.
It was about a year later and I road around a corner, getting hit by a car. I got a scratch, but nothing more.
It was yesterday, and while reading a blog entry by EmperorWhenua about driving a car I remembered these three occasions and realized just how fortunate I am.
I believe in miracles.
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