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In many ways I lead a charmed life. I really do. I've got more luck than seems decent.

I've had a lot of near death experiences from which I've escaped unscathed (e.g. a very poisonous snake slid through my feet but did not show an inclination to bite me), and even my very birth is pretty miraculous considering that my mother was thought to be barren (in the sense that she was able to conceive but not carry a child to term as her womb was full of benign tumours) so just to be here I had to beat some pretty high odds.

And then not long after I was born my mother lost her milk and there was no milk anywhere in the shops, but we had a friend in Switzerland who brought whole suitcases of powdered milk so that the newborn me would not starve. And when I was six months old I got stricken by a terrible virus that ravaged my cortex and left me barely alive- I lost my ability to use my legs. But I was alive and my mother devoted herself to devising ways to help me exercise and recover.

I spilled a pot of boiling water on my foot when i was two, but this healed without scarrs.

When I was about seven I had been ill for the better part of a year and they took me down to the hospital where a medic took one look and scheduled a tonsilectomy for the next morning which left me in a total state because I was terrified of the thought of both hospital and the surgery, so I remember praying that night and that in the morning when we went the infection was completely gone so they just sent us home.

And after my Dad died I was nine and doing the best to kill myself, just having no success whatsoever. I walked out in front of a car which hit and sent me flying and I remember only white mist and a feeling of floating and waking up some distance away without as much as a bruise on me. Or when I had climbed a wall and some woman came out of nowhere to pull me off it.

Whenever I got lost, I was found and rescued. I fell from a galloping horse and got concussion + skull fracture but didn't break my neck (which I would have done had the angle of the fall been slightly different), I've been in a plane which flew through the worst storm I've ever encountered and spun and carthweeled like an Alton Towers ride but still through some miracle didn't crash, and I've been in a car that skidde on ice and spun out of control but buried itself in a snow drift and didn't harm any of its passangers.

I was drowning in the sea (waves had crashed over me and I'd blacked out from hitting my head on the stones of the seabed) and someone I've never seen before or since dove in to rescue and steal me from the angry water.

and so on.

And on October 31st 2002 while Belgrade was enjoying some unseasonably warm weather the following freakish chain of events unfolded.
1) The girl who had been living in my room in Belgrade was smoking a cig, which she then extinguished and threw into a plastic bag containing cotton wool with traces of makeup remover.
2) She left the window open but closed the door behind her.
3) On the other side of the apartment my grandmother was planting flowers on the balcony.
4) The cigarette still contained a smouldering ember and it talked to the cotton wool and started to burn. A fire broke out. The burning bag ate the shelves and the papers and books, and spurred by the breeze from the window it grew. And flourished. And spread. And burned and burned and burned, eating everything in sight which coincedentally was the majority of my worldly goods and nearly all of my sentimental valuables.
5) The fire ate the door, and ate the hallway, and started nibbling the door which separated it from the rest of the house and the two huge bottles of butane gas in the kitchen.
6) The heat made the windows of my room explode and they fell onto the street below, right in front of the Chief of FireServices for that quarter of Belgrade who had just at that minute been walking thither off-duty
7) He looked up and saw the fire and pouring smoke and summoned Fire Service from his mobile, as he was able to accurately assess the situation and the level of response it would need.
8) My grandmother had come in from the balcony and was heading towards the section of the house where a funny smell was coming from but she didn't get to it (which is lucky, for if she had she would have been burned to death and the rest of the house with her, and the exploding butane gas would have possibly killed quite a few other people) because fire people were hammering on the door.

9) It took 2 and a half hours to put out the inferno. And in the ashes of what had once been the room of my parents and my room subsequently, where even large chunks of the walls had been burnt away, it came out that there were survivors no one could explain.
These were: a gold menorrah; my favourite dress from when I was a girl (not even singed) and a portion of my childhood photographs salvaged from a melted album.

How's that for a charmed bloody life and Guardian Angels on Overtime? ;)


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Jul. 18th, 2004 12:48 pm (UTC)
Hmm. Now I don't know whether I'd want to travel with you (since you seem to escape dangerous situations so well), or want *not* to travel with you (since you seem to get into dangerous situations so well!).

I was on a rickety plane with a bunch of nuns once. To take my mind off of the plane's jumping and bobbing, I contemplated the great theological question of whether the nuns' presence was keeping me safe (God would never allow a horde of his faithful to expire in a plane crash) or subjecting me to greater risk (if God felt like rewarding people by calling them home, it would be convenient to start with a plane full of nuns).

Because it's all about me, you know.

At any rate, I'm very very glad that you survived all of those near-disasters and that I got to know you. Whoever is looking out for you gets a big thumbs-up from me.
Jul. 19th, 2004 12:47 am (UTC)
" want *not* to travel with you (since you seem to get into dangerous situations so well!)"

That fills me with confidence! *grin*. I don't think surfing will be a problem nina :o)
Jul. 19th, 2004 07:43 am (UTC)
lol at your nun story. :D

I'm a great person to travel with I know lots of funny stories I can entertain you with on planes. I'm sure that will compensate for any jinxes.

Because it's all about me, you know.

No I tell you, it's all about meeeee.

Jul. 18th, 2004 01:06 pm (UTC)
what 67threnody said!! It's a fine line between jinxed and charmed lives, maybe.
Jul. 18th, 2004 01:59 pm (UTC)
That's some crazy stuff.. I've had things happen to me that made me think "there must be a God out there that likes me..." but usually of a more emotional-sort, not as physical as your stuff.

I didnt have a weird-ass fire happen once, though. The night before Erin had lit a picture of me on fire (although, i think only my room in the pic caught on fire.) Then I came home from school and my room had caught on fire. Except for smoke damage, mine was the only room harmed. The fire people didn't know what caused it - the best guess was "sunlight coming through the window and catching paper on fire". I'm convinced it's the fact that she's got strong emotional powers that made it happen.
Jul. 19th, 2004 07:45 am (UTC)
wow. That is pretty nuts.
I think I did that also to someone else once, so I don't burn pictures anymore. Only toast.
Jul. 19th, 2004 09:09 am (UTC)
great...now i know too people i better not piss off too badly.
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Jul. 19th, 2004 07:44 am (UTC)

Yes, I suppose I do despite my attempts at early retirement. ;)
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