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Interpretations....

Nothing on this earth is absolute. What may seem good could be bad, what seems bad could be good... maybe not immediately, but sooner or later, we learn that, all that glitters is not gold and not all that glitter is (I confused myself there, too. But, you know what I mean..)

Hindsight is 20/20 vision. Some (many) people will say... "I saw that coming", after the thing happened. But, the greatest of human minds cannot possibly see the future.

I read a motivational article sent to me via e-mail, which I was supposed to send to twenty other people or something bad will happen to me. It was interesting enough. Actually, I've read it before a long time ago, late 2001 or early 2002, after the fall of the twin towers in New York.... also known as 9/11 attacks. (By the way it's 9/11 only in the USA, everywhere else it would've been 11/9).

The e-mail entitled "A Purpose Behind Every Incident" tells the accounts of (supposedly real) people who were inevitably detained under various circumstancees on the morning of 11 September 2001, and were subsequently, spared the fate of those who weren't. As far as I am concerned, the stories tell of people who were in the wrong place at the right time. The purpose behind these incidences (if they were true) is that they are not supposed to die...yet.

But, what if there was a woman who was already out of the building when she discovered she had left something in the office and turned around to get it. Maybe, there was a man who decided to help somebody with something, when he has already done his work and should have left the building an hour ago. Maybe there was somebody who woke up early that morning and decided that he or she will not be late for work again from that day forth.....

The only purpose behind these incidences, should they actually happen, (we'll never know), is that it's time for them to die....

And, I did not forward the e-mail, I deleted it. I hope God will protect me...

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