Rock of fate or great random of our life. Sad, But True.

I decided to write this topic not because I decided to share something interesting (why then write to blogs is the sound thought of every user !?), not because I want to please you and myself with approval by readers … no! I am just overwhelmed by emotions, and this is not another topic about a broken heart (I Not I insult such posts). Here I will tell my story in order for someone to think, discover something ..
My friend Yaroslav was in a hurry to visit her birthday. Moreover, our friend lives in an inaccessible to our avenue to the district. Gazelle drives up, passing precisely on the route we need. In the gazelle of about two to three dozen people, as far as you know, our drivers will not stop at all for the sake of an extra ten rubles. We waited for this car for about 30 minutes and abandon this, although hellish, we were not going to. Already loading into a gazelle, a person has woken up a conscience!!1,
And he said that only one passenger would pick up. I looked at Yaroslav, he was at me, and without thinking for a long time, we spread “a stone-paper stone”, where he won a crushing victory and the car rushed off (all the above-described actions occurred in 20 seconds). I was bitterly offended by fate, myself, a friend, an ine (for living so far). The company at the festival was large and the birthday went to the landball club. Now, in order to get to the battlefield, you need 250 rubles by taxi, an hour of time and overcoming Fale’s perfect feeling from the loss of an interesting part of the festival (describe, which I no longer want), finally my arrival took place. When the second round of their battle ended, I congratulated my friend and hoped to find Yaroslav. He was not, and everyone else was perplexed. Half an hour later, a call from the mother of my woe-winner rang out. Yarik was lying in a hospital with a broken collarbone and a damaged chest … The rest of the passengers escaped with bruises. The driver crashed into a fire engine hurrying into exercises, and the whole mass of the people who were in the car collapsed into passengers of the car in the front corner of the car in front of the manager. It was exactly the standing place that I was going to take, the place that he undoubtedly won with me … The other friends of Yaroslav was sorry for him, but they did not feel that I did not feel what I. I spent the rest of my birthday in a stupor … as if I had not felt anything. But in fact it was a shock. Not at all cultural, but animal shock that pierced me from brain to bone. After that I immediately went to a friend to the hospital, to visit, and said that it would be better if we were both late for the celebration than the greed of the “businessman-gasted”.But there was no one to blame. The joy of what I lost to Su–fu and remained intact at all, did not experience. After the shock, emotions surpassed me, under the action of which, I wrote on a blog. I made several conclusions at once:

1. We ourselves write our story, but no one canceled fate.2. «Troubles», Failes, problems can protect life.3. When you know that you have escaped something-it does not always bring happiness

This is a bitter truth … which can protect life.

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PP.S. Sorry for the negativity, I always try not to «load» anyone. However, the explanation in the first paragraph and I did not jerk my feelings either vodka or beer, so I write everything as it is.

The best comments

You know, I would have stayed with a friend and waited for another half an hour, but together. I hope my friends would have acted exactly the same.

Very beautiful and changeable. And the topic here is not just about fate, but about its variability and about its different deflection for different personalities.

Mom had a similar situation. True, she just decided not to sit in one, it was too quickly racing. Then, when I drove past, I saw this minibus, broken.

Okay, the main thing is all alive ^___ ^

If a friend died, I would have a messy would write on a blog. And this situation is simply shocked more before numbness than to tears.