Have you ever avoided an accident or tragedy due to a decision that seemed insignificant at the time?

October 17th 1989 We landed at Oakland International Airport to start a two week vacation in San Francisco.. We pickup up our rental car and started in the general direction of San Francisco..

I got it my head somehow? we need to buy some weed before heading over.. My new bride was like? Have you lost your damn mind.. You want to pull over and score some smoke from these shady brothers?

A fight of epic proportion ensued.. I look up and what do I see? High Street Exit~! I was like? Sign For God~!! We pulling over and scoring some weed.. MY new bride is freaking the hell out.. "I can't believe you'd risk my life for that shit".. Crying like a fricking baby.. Any other day? I'd have given in.. Not Today~!


So I pull off the freeway and head east to the corner of High and and like e14th.. I see some brother and was like~? Weed? The brothers were like? Sure what you looking for? I was like? one 8ffff please.. I hand the guy cash and the guy hands me the weed wrapped in news paper..

I'm so happy and start heading back over and pull back onto the freeway.. I start driving and all of a sudden I think at that very moment? I think I'm having a blow out and get the car stopped..

In the distance about 1000 yards out? The can see the freeway and it just starts collapsing like a fricking pancake..

I realize whats happening and see an exit I had just passed in the rear view mirror.. I turn the car onto the shoulder even with traffic behind me start driving in reverse backing down the exit using the shoulder..

We drove on the surface streets up through the delta all the way to Sacramento on back roads.. Went to a hotel and checked in. We hung out for a few days watching events unfold on tv while smoking up the 8fff that saved our lives... We hopped a fight back home from Sac..

To this very day.. My wife tells the story of how my weed smoking saved our lives.. #rolling20s

Yes! No denying it for me.

I moved into London on the day of the 7/7 bombings. If it had been a normal day, my wife would have been commuting through Kings' Cross at the time that it went off.
If I'd finished the packing on time on the day we moved, I'd have been going through Kings' Cross instead. As it happened, I got to the station an hour late, and found the trains cancelled. Instead, I was driving down the motorway in the removals van, watching the signs flashing, "Central London is Closed" and wondering what on Earth was going on...

Of course, if one of us did dodge the shrapnel on that day, then someone else caught it instead. You can tie yourself in knots thinking about this sort of 'what if'...

A good day for some more stories.

Great Post Storm !!!

I, along with many others, believe that we all have "guides" assigned to us while down here wearing our "earth suits".

Every now and then they imperceptively "nudge" us to keep us out of harm's way when we haven't yet fulfilled our "mission" down here.

Much the same when folks have "Near Death Experiences"....many are told that it's not "their time" yet and have to go back....some even tell of being given a choice in the matter....Hmm..."free-will" even then???

Now another question is, how many times does this happen when we are completely unaware of "missing a bullet"???

Not myself but my coworkers brother was due to take a connecting flight home. Standing in line he got an uneasy feeling. Decided to rent a car and drove home. The plane crashed due to icing about 30 min south of his hometown killing all 30 plus people