Still Crazy After All These Years

Still Crazy after all these years

went to a storytelling event last week. the theme was a close call. Up trooped all these people telling their close calls (and they were pretty close, or sad, or thoughtful or sweet).

So I thought to myself, what are my own close calls. Luckily I do not seem to have had too many, but here are those I could think of (and I borrowed a few by proxy):

1. I once put a boyfriend in hospital....with a kiss. He was allergic to nuts and I'd been eating them.  Lovely guy but failed relationship.  Perhaps it wasn't meant to be.
2. My father was once threatened with a gun by a Bulgarian gangster in our home.  Luckily he survived unhurt. I'd never realised quite how brave he was until then.
3. My parents once invited a Nigerian revolutionary leader to their house (with me sleeping upstairs as a baby). He was very charming.
4. I once tried to carry a TV from my loft on my own, then fell 14ft to nothing more than bad bruises and dented stairs.  Life did, kind of flash before my eyes.  Earned the nickname skydiver though.
5. I stopped the traffic once on Oxford street. I lost consciousness on the No 13 bus, then woke up to see all the bus passengers outside looking annoyed, waiting for me to be taken off.   Because there was an ambulance strike, I went to hospital in a green goddess.   Pretty surreal, to stop the traffic then be whisked to hospital by a goddess? 

Not sure there is a theme running through these. Salvation? destruction? who knows, but I guess we all get much closer calls than that. But we get through them, and then start worrying over whether x likes us, or whether y is a really fullfilling pastime to envisage in this one life we have. /So that's it.  Despite the earth shattering moments, we're still crazy eh?