One night back in 2004 I took a lady out on a date. After she told me she was Catholic I figured that I would stop wasting my time and just take her home...just kidding! We were driving on the west side of Las Vegas and the traffic seemed reasonably slow that night.
We stopped at a light behind a big truck that was carrying a huge metal box or cage. It was dark and from behind I couldn't make out what it was. The light turned green and the traffic started moving. Then something told me to swerve over. As I did this huge metal box fell off the truck. My heart was pumping as I thought, "Wow, both of us would have been crushed."
Was it luck? Or did something influence me to get away from that truck? I'll never know.
Cheers
Paul
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