Just had a skype call with my dad.
He reminded me that this was the day, in 1981, when I had that fateful encounter with a car, whilst I was crossing the street with my playmates (I was 5 years old). The crash resulted in a coma of just under a week with very serious concussions, and the doctor had advised my parents that the chances of survival were about 50/50.
Well, 34 years later I am still here, and I am glad that I had no long-term impacts (physically or mental) from the crash.
I really should think about this event from time to time. It really puts things into perspective. Things that i worry or stress about sometimes – I should just be thankful that I am actually at all and that I have so many good things in my life!
What about you?
(I had also mentioned this crash on this post in the psychology context.)