Hi all, my story of fate is work related,
We had an incident at the firestation I work at one evening. Turns out that one of the air bottles we wear on our backs when we work a structure fire had received a chemical exposure a couple of weeks prior in a training burn, and over time the fiberglass wrap that gave the bottle it's strength (and allowed it to be lightweight) degraded. That bottle had been sitting in it's normal compartment when it gave way and blew up, taking out the side of the fire engine in the process (oh, there was 4500 psi of air, or 310 bar if you will, inside the bottle). The explosion shook the station to the point that my partners and I thought we were having an earthquake, or possibly that a car had just run into us.
The fate part comes in because 10 minutes before the bottle went, I had been standing at that very compartment with my hand on the latch, about to do the daily checks on those airpacks and bottles (we had been busy that day and I hadn't gotten to it yet). But the time was just before 9pm, and a movie that my partners and I had talked about watching was going to be on at 9 (a T.V. mini-series about the Civil War called 'Andersonville"). So I decided the heck with it and joined the others in the T.V. room. I never did see that program, but thank the heavens almost daily for it, for if I had been standing there, well it's a good thing I hadn't been standing there.
So yes, I do believe in fate..very much indeed! And thank you for listening
Cheers
[This message has been edited by catman (edited 10-11-2001).]