A few years ago, my grandmother set out for an early evening walk around the colony.
The area had a lot of trees, and so was nice and green, while also providing decent shade from the sun.
Midway into her walk… and a large branch from a tall tree above, broke off and grazed her hand.
She returned home immediately, and had to put some medication, but it was nothing serious.
It might seem like this was a small incident, but she herself knew it’s importance. Not that the branch broke off, but where exactly she was at the time. Just one step to the right or left, and the branch would have hit her on the head. And with such a hard blow…
We may egoistically think we are in full control of our lives. But we don’t even know what can fall from the sky when we step out for an innocuous walk.