I was at a mall once with my brother and mother and we were on vacation so we were walking all day. My mom wanted to go to this one store to go Christmas shopping for my other brother but my brother that was with us was tired and wanted to get supper. My mom kept arguing with my brother that she would have only been a couple mins, but since my brother that was with us is a complainer, we decided to go for supper. We came back from supper that evening and learning that there had been a shooting in that mall like 5 mins after we left and it was right in front of the store we were going to go to. A couple of people died and me, my mom and my brother were terrified the rest of the night. Went back to the hotel for the night and watched the news. And didn’t go to that mall the rest of our trip. We would have been right there in the middle of the shooting had we actually went to that last store my mom wanted to go to. So it’s a good thing my brother complained about going for supper.
When I was in my teens, our family always used to go to the same place for groceries. Always the same day of the week, always the same time when our parents got home, always passing through the same spot to the parking hall when we were done.
Then we got a dog. The day we usually went shopping he had a vet’s appointment, so we postponed groceries. That day, right around the time we would have been passing through that usual spot to get to our car, someone detonated a bomb, killing and wounding several people.
I knew what would have happened to us without our dog who managed to save us simply by existing. I started crying, thinking how close it was. Later I’ve been thinking how many lives it affects when something like that happens – one second in one spot, and the lives of countless family members, friends, coworkers and acquaintances will never be quite the same again. And it’s not only the death. Many survivors were injured permanently and suffered for years because of it, maybe even today. It could happen anywhere, and it will. Again and again. One day I may not cheat death again and it will be my family that is affected.
1996 Jerusalem, I was staying in a backpackers with a mate. We decided to leave and go to Tel Aviv to get a few weeks work in before taking a few weeks holiday. The night before we leave we have a big night and ask the person at the desk to wake us so we can catch the bus from Backpackers to the main bus depot to leave for Tel Aviv. We get woken up but because we are hungover we decide to sleep in. A Little while later we wake up hearing people cry, hop off the bunk and go to TV only to see that a suicide bomber blew up a bus on the same route we would have taken and most probably the same bus.