Today, I got to thinking about a anonymously penned Arabic tale that I read when I was a kid that was modernized to “An Appointment in Samara.”
It was about a man in Baghdad who answered his door and saw Death standing in the doorway. Death threw his hands in the air and the man was scared so he slammed the door shut and ran out the back door. He then hopped on a horse and took off for the neighboring town of Samara.
Death’s servant looked at him later and asked, “Why did you let him go?” Death replied, “I wasn’t here for him. I was surprised to see him open the door because I have an appointment with him in Samara tonight.”
The article that started that thought was about a man who escaped a crazed gunman in Illinois earlier this year by playing dead only to die the other day in Ohio getting shot in front of his home.
Think about that. Really think about it. Getting shot, laying down, playing dead, making a full recovery from your injuries, moving home, thinking that you have successfully avoided death…
… only to be shot outside your home a few short months later.
Do we control our fate?
How much of our lives to we truly own?
Do you think that once your numbers up, it’s really up?
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