It’s kind of weird story that you’ll normally see in sitcoms or comedy movies but it happened to me a couple of weeks ago.
A few days after New Year, My sister spent the day with me having some “brotherly time” when she decided to go see our grandmother. It was around 8pm and we decided to walk, our grandparents house is only 2 blocks from us. So we strolled down the street under the night stars admiring the little shops on our way.
Fast-forward to me coming back home, I was feeling kind of hungry so I decided to go to my favorite sandwich shop. It’s a little place down an ally run by a really nice Lebanese family. I took my sandwich to go and grabbed a cab home. In the cab I had my headphones on and a sad song came on (it wasn’t really sad but it made think about my life, and we all know how deep that thought can go) it was One Republic – Counting Stars. I had my head to the window when I heard the driver talking “Why so sad champ? You gotta be happy life is short” it was kind of sweet of him. I decided to walk the rest of the way home.
Walking back I was thinking about what the cabby said, and how cheesy it was. When suddenly I dropped my sandwich, and at the exact moment that I reached down to get it a car came crashing in the street two feet in front of me, literally where I was supposed to take my next step. My hart was pounding, I looked to the driver then I Looked at the sandwich and I smiled. The driver wasn’t injured and his car wasn’t in a bad shape, he apologized and asked if I was okay.
I want back home thinking that life is really short and then I ate my hero, he tasted really good.
About 9 years ago our neighborhood was terrorized by an escaped monkey. It was one of our neighbors that had it as pet, but the sneaky bastard found a way to escape (a regular Michael Scofield). So for a week or so the monkey, brook into houses, stole food and beat down some pets.
Let’s skip to when my sister and I came face to face with HIM. It was a regular Saturday morning; Dad went to meet some friends and mom left to buy some groceries. It was just me, my sister and our dog Bobbi. We were watching some Cartoon; I think it was samurai Jack, when we heard some noise coming from the back yard. We taught it was nothing, and then we heard something break.
Bobbi ran out and started barking, we flowed him. Arriving at the backdoor we saw the beast from hell, the demon monkey (I know it sounds a bit dramatic, but remember I was just 5 or 6 year old).
So we’ve done the same thing you would’ve done in our place, we RAN, to my bedroom. We closed the door, stood in a corner, hugged each other and started screaming for mom.
Meanwhile, Bobbi was fighting this intruder. He managed to scare him away. Then our brave savior came to the door to let us know everything was okay. But we were to scare to do it. We stayed there for an hour until our mother came back.
This was the day I faced danger… and ran away from it as any reasonable person would do.