I cheated Death... AGAIN!

Throughout life, we have scary moments. We have good fortune and bad fortune. I seem to keep getting one end of the spectrum or the other. Allow me to elaborate.

When I was young, I heard about children having divorced parents, and thought I was happy my parents would never split. Queue misfortune; my father left my mom over a decade ago, and has changed for the worse ever since.

Over two years ago, my family had to leave Goffstown and move here. Not of our free will. My mom didn't have the money to afford a moving company, so, being the oldest, and strongest in my family, it fell to me. I moved everything we had. The refrigerator, the stove, the furniture, everything. I moved it, practically all by myself. Misfortune right there. But even then, there was some good luck as well. Because with all the heavy lifting I did, my body did not suffer an adverse affects. Lucky me. And I was moving stuff that should have been too heavy for me to move.

Back in Goffstown, there was a storm once, that caused the power to go out. My mom, and I with my siblings walked outside, she to see what happened, us to follow her. She saw that the cable had disconnected from the house via a tree. Meaning, the cable was on the ground, still connected to the power lines, meaning it was live. She told me to take my siblings in the house, and here's the thing; me and my siblings rarely listened to my mom back then. But that night, something told me to listen to her, and I herded my siblings back inside the house. I barely escaped death.

Even earlier, before I was even born, my mom was in a car accident. It broke her back, and she had three months still to go with me. She refused any surgery for her back because it risked my life, and I was born healthy and strong. Again, I slipped through Death's fingers.

But recently, I had another brush with death. Just last week, I believe. We moved again, during the fall, to another house. Granted, it is smaller, but it is a place for us to call home. But the man who owned it was a man who did things himself. He spliced wiring, installed certain things. The house is safe, as long as we avoid certain things. My near-death-experience was caused by his haphazard wiring of the house. I had found this lamp, and my mom wanted it in her room. The outlet, while it had a plate, was missing one of those slot things that you plug cords into. I thought it as merely a cover like the plate, not something necessary, as I soon discovered.

I proceeded to try and plug it in. And to my shock, no pun intended, blue and yellow sparks shout out of the outlet, long with the snapping and crackling of electricity. They were beautiful! But deadly. I could have died. As soon as it happened, I jumped back, dropping the cord. Upon looking at it later, I saw that the prongs had been charred and burnt. Again, Death nearly grabs me. And again, I narrowly avoid it.

Then I discovered that the cord I was using to start up the snow blower these past couple of weeks had a break in the rubber insulation. There was exposed wiring, and yet I had somehow avoided touching it, all those times I grabbed it. The break was near the end, too, and I never touched it!

Some would say I have been incredibly lucky. Others that it is mere coincidences. Still others would say that I might have made a deal with the devil to not die. But I tell you, it is none of those things. In fact, it is the exact opposite of the last one; God is simply looking out for me. I give credit where credit is due, and I would not be alive still today if it had not been for Him. In a way, I suppose, that's His way of saying that I have a very important job to do here on Earth. I just can't help but wonder what it might be...