The other day, on my way to work, I passed a scene of a terrible traffic accident. A couple of trucks were overturned, and a small car, absolutely crushed, was lying nearby. I don't know for sure, but I can't imagine anyone in that car escaping unscathed. This made me think: If I had only left my house, say, ten minutes earlier, I might well have been in the middle of the chaos when this accident occurred! Talk about a close shave!
And this made me think of another narrow escape from mortality: Several years ago, I was almost on a flight from JFK to Belgrade--a flight that experienced catastrophic mechanical failure minutes after take-off. The plane crashed into the ocean: No survivors. And if it hadn't been for the fact that I had no ticket for that flight, nor had I any reason to be travelling to Belgrade, I might very well have met my fate on that August night.
Of course, when I think about my close calls, I always shudder when I realize that, had I been President of the United States on November 22, 1963, I would almost surely be dead right now!
Really makes you think.
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