{"id":1140,"date":"2013-09-30T16:22:55","date_gmt":"2013-09-30T16:22:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/nosmallthing.net\/main\/?p=1140"},"modified":"2021-05-08T14:19:19","modified_gmt":"2021-05-08T14:19:19","slug":"close-call","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nosmallthing.net\/main\/close-call\/","title":{"rendered":"Close Call"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"bird<\/a>I was sitting at a picnic table in Ravenswood Manor Park, writing in my journal. I was concentrating very hard, yet I felt my wrist glide left to right easily as the words flowed from my pen.<\/p>\n

Then \u2013 splat!<\/p>\n

Plummeting down maybe five inches from my head, I saw bird droppings plop down then spread out across a two inch area of the table surface like a two dimensional version of a mushroom shaped cloud.<\/p>\n

What the \u2013<\/p>\n

I examined the spot, the whitish splatter on the grayish brown table surface. I looked around to see if anyone was watching me, or to see if anyone had been hit. All I could think was, That was a close call!<\/i><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t want to get overly dramatic, but when I thought about the possibility of conditioning my hair with bird pooh, I was very relieved I missed the experience.<\/p>\n

I often contemplate my good fortune at small events that work out well for me like catching a bus that only comes every twenty minutes or winning a free concert ticket by calling in to a radio station quiz, or finding out that my reserved theater seat is behind a very short person.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t always think about close calls <\/i>as good fortune, times when I narrowly miss a problematic situation. But these close calls<\/i> are blessings.<\/p>\n