If I did not have at least a whole swat team of angels/guides/what-not watching over me, I would have died *digs through memory* four times by now. Twelve if you also count situations that were extremely dangerous, but which I could have survived (likely with major injuries), had 'something' not been urging me to stay home from school/work, take a left rather than a right, not get on the train, ect.
I swear the cosmos is near a nervous breakdown by now.
