Everyday we make decisions and hope the outcome will be in our favor. We try to think of everything and increase the odds of success.
Saturday, however was not one of those times or one of those decisions. It was instead, a bad decision that was followed by a series of fortunate events.
The outcome was cuts and bruises, a lost shoe, some car repairs and quite a few scared coworkers and friends.
In the end I was blessed with an outpouring of love and the realization that no matter how tough I think I am, things can spin rapidly out of control. That apparently I still have things to do here and that watchful eyes are looking out for me even when its glaringly apparent I am not looking out for myself.