Someone once said,
“I don’t wish people health or wealth. I wish them luck.
Because the people on the Titanic were healthy.
They were rich.
But they weren’t lucky.”
It makes you stop and think.
After the 9/11 attacks, a lot of people came forward with stories.
Stories about how they survived, not by choice, but by chance.
One man lived because he took his son to his first day of kindergarten.
Another survived because it was his turn to bring doughnuts to work.
Someone else missed their train.
Someone got stuck in traffic.
A woman’s alarm didn’t go off.
Another spilled coffee on her shirt and had to change.
Someone’s car wouldn’t start.
Someone went back home to answer a phone call.
One person was running late because their child was being unusually slow.
And one man simply couldn’t catch a cab.
They were just small things. Ordinary things.
But those tiny moments changed how that day unfolded.
Ever since I read these stories, I’ve started thinking differently.
Now, when I’m running late,
When I forget something and have to go back,
When my morning falls apart for no reason,
I try to remind myself:
Maybe this isn’t bad luck.
Maybe I’m exactly where I need to be.
Maybe something is protecting me from what I don’t even see.
So the next time things don’t go your way,
The keys go missing, the traffic is awful, your plans fall apart,
Pause.
Take a breath.
Maybe it’s not a setback.
Maybe it’s life helping you in disguise.
Because sometimes,
The delays that frustrate us
Are the very things that save us.
Adoring Husband took himself into The Bay to the driving range today and ran a few errands while he was in town.
Meanwhile, I took myself to my bedroom to finally get some writing done. I’m part way through chapter six. It’s a bit scattered, but at least I can edit it once I’ve got it all typed onto pages.
I found a container of frozen spaghetti bolognese sauce in the freezer, so I reheated it for dinner and added some more mince, served it with GF spaghetti, a side salad and some grated Parmesan cheese.
We played trivia and watched Andy Lee’s 100.
Now it’s time to sleep.
Nite all.





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