I am Authentically and Adventurously Messy
So this morning while running I somehow managed to pocket dail 911. This was not easy to do since my phone stays pass pin protected for work and security reasons. This means that in the course of running about 1.5 miles I not only managed to hit the numbers 911 in sequential order, but first my jostling hips somehow bumped the keypad in the exact order needed to push the exact numbers needed to unlock the phone in order to push 9-1-1. I can’t even imagine what the statistical odds for this are.
As I was shuffling along, trying to generate enough heat to counter the freezing temps I had no idea this littlle statistical symphony was occurring near my hip. I normally don’t answer my phone while running, but for some reason this morning pulled it out to see who might be calling. What I see is a red screen and emergency signal lit up so I instinctivley answered it, still not realizing that somehow I had managed to prompt this call. With heavy breathing reminicent of a B rated movie I tapped the screen, which gave me a young gentleman who identified himself as Brian. ”We recived an emergency call from you, do you need help? ” Umm..ok so despite having my share of bad runs some days, I hadn’t seen this coming. His rating of my intelligence went even further when I took a long second to process this question and then respond. “Uh no, I am fine I am running.”
With a practiced lack of judgment in his voice, Brian asked me another question. “Where are you running right now?” I tell him the general vicinity, thankfully my answer coming a little quicker this time and he then asks me to confirm my name and address. After I thankfully manage to provide this is a logical and rational way, along with profuse apologies he tells me to have a good run and we end our newly formed friendship.
I triple checked my phone was not in dial mode as I put it away and laughed out loud. What are the odds? I can tell you with un-scientific proof that in my life if the odds should seem small and it seems like a one in a million set of odds, it will happen to me. My life has always been a controlled free fall into chaos and the unbelievable.
This mornings chat with Brian obviously was a little blip, a footnote in my otherwise uneventful run. The craziest part of all is the county which Brian was located in, was not even the county I was running in. So in addition to how improbable the sequence of dialing was, somehow I managed to get a call from a neighboring county! If someone would have asked me if it were possible for me to somehow inadvertantly hit the exact numbers needed to unlock my phone and then somehow hit only the numbers 9-1-1, and that it would somehow connect to dispatch in a neighboring county, I would have put a lot of money against it. I reminded myself that possible and probable are sometimes worlds away from real life and to never bet against either of them.
