A bad thing happened yesterday. I was coming back from my usual Saturday early morning walk with the dogs (we've been doing this for a year now) when, for no apparent reason, a neighborhood dog from across the road, bolted from behind a hedge and ran into the street after us, just as a truck was coming... My first reaction was to try and ward him off. But, having my two dogs on leashes by the narrow side of the road, I had no other choice but to stay put and keep them out of harm's way. In a flash, the miniature bulldog was run over, by the truck's wheels and, as Omer Simpson's luck would have it, the truck was pulling a huge utility trailer that also ran over the diminutive canine. The owner of the dog was devastated and his wife was holding her head in disbelief while crying out the pooch's name. I was in shock.
Pookie was his name and he was no more as he lay upside down with his nerves still flinching.
Those of us who have pets will concur that this is by far our worst nightmare. I replayed this event over and over in my mind. A lot of what-ifs started floating around. What if the dog had been tied ? What if the truck had been a small vehicle instead with the ability to swerve? What if we had passed there a minute later or even 30 seconds before ? No matter...The shit came down like it had been planned by some evil puppet master pulling the right strings at the right time to make this all happen. Coincidence or synchronicity.....Jung himself would be hard pressed to answer that one.
I've often mused that there's a ledger out there where everyone of us has a termination date with a detailed description of how, when and where we will meet our fate. I remember vividly this women in a restaurant in Montreal, having an intimate birthday dinner with her hubby when a dislodged panel of concrete from 18 stories up, came hurtling down through the atrium, crushing the poor lady's head to death while her practically unscathed husband stood there, paralyzed from shock. Our Overseers have a strange sense of humor it seems to make these things happen. Especially when they start throwing lightning bolts left and right, occasionally striking some poor sap on an outing. Sadly enough, these kind of events always seem to happen to quiet, unsuspecting, average Joes. Oil executives,
corrupt politicians, bank presidents, murderers, rapists and pedophiles always escape the wrath of fate it seems, like some force field of immunity. Maybe they made a pact where in some twisted way they'll keep on living to make the rest of us suffer. Again with the weird sense of humor from whomever is scripting this drama play we call life.
So kiss your spouse, hug your kids and your pets every day. Life is a lot like a disappearing act at a magic show...Now you see it...Now you don't.
Footnote: Since this blog is a little on the dark side, I decided to leave you with something a tad lighter.
This guy is so accident prone he's lucky to still be around.
http://www.wimp.com/classicbloopers/
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