What Were my Chances?

In the very beginning there was the egg meeting the sperm thing. What were my chances? Nil to None! But here I am. Staggering thought, right. It’s like looking out into the universe or into the microcosm of life. All those swimming sperms and all those flushed eggs since womankind existed—and yet, here I am. An unflushed egg that was caught by a random sperm–in the body of another arbitrarily developed egg and sperm connection that happened before me, and before her, and before her and before her..Snooping thinking @ typewriter

Then there were all those instants leading up to the present moments of my existence when things might have turned out differently. Like in my teens:

Such as the time that my friend and I skinny-dipped in the dark of night on Lake Huron in a boat whose lights were off—we were naked and didn’t wish to be seen…which of course, the fast-moving skiff didn’t and came barreling toward us. We had only the stars to cast light on our small craft–our one hope to be spotted.Luckily I did not

The TV show Naked and Afraid comes to mind.

We clung to our vessel, hoping our craft would be noticed in time. The end of this story: We’d done the right thing.

Again, somewhere in my teenage years when my family fell apart, I took to idolizing Sylvia Plath–the poet who wrote of her angst and solved her misery by sticking her head in a gas oven….

Luckily, we didn’t have a gas stove.

However, I was resourceful, I took to the highway, 100 miles per hour, wanting to lose control…

Then in college, I rolled over the median of a major highway, four times, ending up on the other side of traffic going in the opposite direction–not trying to die, but a victim of my speed and a car suddenly pulling out in front of me.

Been thru a lot of shitAgain, lucky.

I could go on and on but don’t wish to belabor the point.

All those times I could have left this planet through circumstance, or not have caught the ride on Earth to begin with. And yet here I am, years later.

What were your chances?

(To read what happens when hatred is nourished, scrolled down to: “The Cork has Popped.”)

6 thoughts on “What Were my Chances?

  1. I’m just glad you had a sperm swimming in you at one point in time (or two). What were the chances of that? Haha. Not that high for a lesbian! So blessed you are my mamma!

  2. I have to ask myself how it is that I survived all of the stupid things I did as a teen and younger. We are all pretty much victims of circumstance. But, who wants life to be predictable?

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