Coincidence or Destiny?
Several years ago I was stopped at a stoplight in St. Paul at the corner of Larpenteur and Edgerton; I was on Edgerton. When the light turned green I tried to move my foot from the break to the gas pedal; however, the soul of my tennis shoe had caught on the brake pedal. Not sure how the shoe became caught but it did. It didn’t take long to free the shoe and prepare to enter the intersection-thirty seconds, maybe a minute after the light had changed. I looked up, before I proceeding into the intersection, just in time to see a vehicle speed through the intersection heading south on Larpenteur. Had my shoe not caught on the brake pedal that car would have hit me broad-side. Was this a coincidence or destiny? Approximately a year after I moved to Las Vegas from St. Paul, the I35 Bridge collapsed. I had used that bridge every day, after all it was only five minutes from my home. There was a women who avoided that bridge; however, the day it fell she was on it. She died. Destiny or bad ...