In the very beginning there was the egg meeting the sperm thing. What were my chances? Nil to None! But here I am. Staggering thought, right. It’s like looking out into the universe or into the microcosm of life. All those swimming sperms and all those flushed eggs since womankind existed—and yet, here I am. An unflushed egg that was caught by a random sperm–in the body of another arbitrarily developed egg and sperm connection that happened before me, and before her, and before her and before her..
Then there were all those instants leading up to the present moments of my existence when things might have turned out differently. Like in my teens:
Such as the time that my friend and I skinny-dipped in the dark of night on Lake Huron in a boat whose lights were off—we were naked and didn’t wish to be seen…which of course, the fast-moving skiff didn’t and came barreling toward us. We had only the stars to cast light on our small craft–our one hope to be spotted.Luckily I did not
The TV show Naked and Afraid comes to mind.
We clung to our vessel, hoping our craft would be noticed in time. The end of this story: We’d done the right thing.
Again, somewhere in my teenage years when my family fell apart, I took to idolizing Sylvia Plath–the poet who wrote of her angst and solved her misery by sticking her head in a gas oven….
Luckily, we didn’t have a gas stove.
However, I was resourceful, I took to the highway, 100 miles per hour, wanting to lose control…
Then in college, I rolled over the median of a major highway, four times, ending up on the other side of traffic going in the opposite direction–not trying to die, but a victim of my speed and a car suddenly pulling out in front of me.
Again, lucky.
I could go on and on but don’t wish to belabor the point.
All those times I could have left this planet through circumstance, or not have caught the ride on Earth to begin with. And yet here I am, years later.
What were your chances?
(To read what happens when hatred is nourished, scrolled down to: “The Cork has Popped.”)
I’m just glad you had a sperm swimming in you at one point in time (or two). What were the chances of that? Haha. Not that high for a lesbian! So blessed you are my mamma!
You’re a brat! 🙂
I have to ask myself how it is that I survived all of the stupid things I did as a teen and younger. We are all pretty much victims of circumstance. But, who wants life to be predictable?
It’s the toss of the dice.
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