I've never been a believer in fate, or signs, or anything of that nature. Well, that's not entirely true. Once when I was 12, I told myself that if I was able to make a certain type of shot in basketball, then that was a sign that my crush liked me too. I made that shot multiple times in a row, and it turns out she didn't like me at all, not even a little bit, even as a friend. After that, I decided that signs and fate didn't exist and could eat a bowl full of shit as far as I was concerned. As you might have guessed by now, something happened last week that has me second guessing my views.
So last week, i was working at a new job that I hated for numerous reasons. I was contemplating quitting, and even showed up an hour early so I could just get it over with and get on with my day. As I was sitting in my car, I decided to flip a coin to see if I should stick it out or leave that job in the dust. I decided that if the coin landed heads up, i would leave, tails I would stay. The coin is now flipping in the air, lands in my hand, and I flip it over. My stomach is in knots at this point, but it might be due to the coffee I had that morning. I take a look at the coin and FUCK!!!! It landed tails up. Ill just flip it again and see what happens. It lands heads up this time, but i decide I need a tie-breaker. Damnit fucking shit, tails again. After trying this a few more times, surprise surprise the result is 50% heads and tails. Fuck it, I'll just stay at work and see what happens.
In comes sign number 1. My trainer has the shifts that are available after training is over and I can't work any of them. So I stand up in the middle of training class and tell him I'm putting in my two weeks. Since i was still in training, putting in my two weeks actually meant that I would be quitting then and there. They begged me to stay and give them a chance, but I said no thanks.
In comes fate. Later that night, I couldn't sleep because of my decision to quit my job. I was tossing and turning all night trying to get just a little bit of sleep. It turns out my lack of sleep was a good thing. I have a 3 month old that sleeps in her own little bed in between my fiancée and myself on our king sized bed. At 5:30 am, my fiancée gets up to go to the bathroom and I'm just lying there with my eyes closed, trying not to think of the precious days events when I feel the bed shake slightly. I assume it's my fiancée getting back into bed and I think nothing of it. Then I feel the bed shake even more which makes me open my eyes and look over to her side of the bed. Suddenly, I see my daughter's tiny arms in the air flailing around violently. She is not making a sound as she does this and I instantly realize that she is choking. I quickly get her out of her bed and perform infant cpr and she starts breathing again. She suffers from acid reflux and has choked before, which is why we have her sleep in between us. Had I not quit my job earlier, I would have been completely passed out because my shift would have ended at midnight and I would have slept until 10 am the next day. My fiancée was still in the bathroom and wouldn't have know our precious daughter was choking. After the dust had settled, I was glad I read the signs at work telling me to quit and I went to sleep.
In comes fate again. Back in the year 2001, I adopted a beautiful puppy. He stuck with me through thick and thin and was a great best friend to me throughout the years. In 2010, I could no longer take care of him and had to give him to my mother to look after him for me. In all honesty, once he met my mother he instantly fell in love with her and never wanted to leave her side. It was as if he chose her to be his caretaker and he would end up taking care of her as well. Anyway, he ended up passing away on Thursday night or early Friday morning. Now I usually fall asleep with my ringer off because I kept on getting spam phone calls early in the morning, but for some reason as I was about to fall asleep, I thought to myself I should turn my ringer on. I turned it on and tried to go to sleep but couldn't. At 6ish in the morning, my phone rings and when I see it's my mother calling, I instantly knew that my old dog had died. I answered the phone and heard my mother crying. She confirmed what I already knew.... Titus had passed away in his sleep. I quickly got dressed and headed to her house, said my goodbye's and buried him in his favorite spot in the backyard. My mom and I held each other for a while, cried, and shared our favorite memories of him. Had I not turned on my ringer or quit my job, i would've never heard the phone and my mother would have called my siblings to help bury Titus. I never would have had a chance to say good bye.
Am I a believer in fate, and signs, and destiny after all this? I don't know and will never fully know or understand how the universe works. I am just thankful that I was there to save my daughter and say good bye to an old member of the family. Rest In Peace Titus wherever you are.
lidryem:
Thanks for your like babe :)