Someone posted a question the other day asking about how close you were to death.
Was going through some old pics and found my near death related photos.
Tried to photoshop anything that could dox me or my landlord.
Here’s the reply I gave to the “how close were you to death?” Post.
Turned my alarm off. Had an evening shift. Happy I was able to sleep in.
Got a text late at night from manager. “Hey can you take the morning shift?”
Always one to get on my managers good side, def said yes, but was annoyed that I had to wake up at 7am now.
Got to work around 8ish, staring my day, till I get a call from my roommate.
“Are you ok?!?, I thought you were dead!!!”
Turns out, after I left, my roof ceiling caved in. This wasn’t some dust and dry wall. This was a heavy concrete looking ceiling with heavy wire mesh on the inside. From the front door to the windows, a giant thick metal mesh and concrete just slammed down. Looked like giant metal/concrete blanket was covering everything.
My roommate was awaken by the noise. Thought a bomb went off.
Had my manager not changed my schedule late at night, last min, I would have been dead or heavily disabled today.
Manager whom I figured was religious conveyed the good fortune to me, said “god saves the good people”. I was never religious myself, but he has always struck me as a good person.
For years I really didn’t think about it much.
Showed pictures to people when I told the story to entertain people.
But these last few years, I started thinking about it again while lying in bed. I get a little scared.