I got to believe sometimes in that theory that when we should've died, our consciousness escapes to a parallel reality.

I have had too many close calls. Statistically, I probably shouldn't be alive.

This one time my motorbikes front brake seized up as I slowed down to an intersection. I was thrown off my bike and landed as the lane cleared.

Then the time I worked as a glazier and this dipshit dropped a giant pane of glass on his toe, which snapped in half and almost decapitated me.

Then another time I was a half-second away from being t-boned on my drivers side door by someone doing 80km/h, thank you videogames for training my spacial awareness and reaction time.