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Moments where something happens that feels like it goes beyond stupid dumb luck? (lemmy.world)

submitted 1 month ago by [email protected] to c/[email protected]

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It can be whatever, but has anyone ever experienced a moment or moments that has happened to them that defies one's expectations so wildly that they cannot reasonably define it beyond stupid dumb luck?

I still play this scenario out in my mind years later as I am still somewhat in disbelief that it actually happened and I walked away without any injuries.

I like to joke, saying my guardian angel tripped me at the perfect time.

Scenario describing my event in question:

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I noticed two suspicious individuals and as I past them they started to walk towards me. My response was to shout and make a scene while trying to make distance crossing the road without concern for traffic - road was quiet, early in the morning on a holiday as I was on my way to work.

The suspicious individuals responded by rushing towards me as one produced a knife and prepared it in lunging stance like someone preparing to slam a knife into a board.

I knew I couldn't outrun them, no self-defense training, the best I could come up was extend my left hand out to minimise the target area of my vital organs. I was preparing for the worst and I guess fight or flight was preparing for a last stand fight.

What happened next is that I tripped on the pavement in the middle of the road at the exact same time the guy with the knife lunged.

He went flying over me - in an arc - from the momentum of the lunge with everything of his flying everywhere including his knife, his accomplice rushed into my periphery.

I landed in probably the worst scenario lying on my back, but I tried to keep the attackers in view. I don't know why but the guy - who disarmed himself from the fall - panicked and picked up all his stuff and started running with his accomplice in tow.

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[–] [email protected] 3 points 1 month ago (1 children)

More comedic than dramatic, and more "highly unlikely" than "dumb luck", but this one time I fell while skiing. It happens, I was a reckless kid as many are.

But this? This was on a flat, broad, almost level stretch connecting two pistes, and me and my dad were basically just cruising along. I don't know what, but something happened and I face planted, stopping instantly.

One ski out to the side, the other... vertical? Stuck into the piste at a right angle, all the way from the tip to the binding... without becoming detached from my boot. The mechanism worked fine, mind you, it just hadn't disengaged. There was no gash in the snow, no entry mark, just hard packed piste with half a ski sticking out of it like so much sword in a stone.

[–] [email protected] 1 points 1 month ago

Reading that, seems you were fortunately not traveling too fast, as I can imagine traveling along, the sudden stop, falling over face first into the packed snow and just sort of enacting an image of your one foot being propped like a hand trying to pull excalibur from the snow.