After request by many many friends I've decided to write my blogs bout all the unnatural things that have happened to me and my friends which some are hard to explain. For the start I am not starting with a ghost story. But my own experience which I cant believe I lived through.
My teenage years when I was 12 to 15 was tough. A mentally abused child. As I can remember we were a happy family, although my dad was strict with me on studies, he loved me dearly and my siblings as well. Mum is no exception. But the death of my beloved uncle have brought lot of problem between my parents. I'm not keen on explaining why. My parents treated us well, but they were enemies to each other. Everyday they fight and quarrel and most times its physical.
Imagine, to see your beloved ones fighting everyday continuously, living in hatred for nearly three years. During their fights, my little siblings keep crying and shouting begging them to stop. They rarely did. I never had a peaceful rest, peaceful dinner, peaceful sleep.
For a kid to take that mush of mental torture everyday, I felt only death was my peace and only way to make them stop. So tried, to commit myself to eternal sleep. I attempted to kill myself in many ways. I've tried rat poisons, Aerosols and bug sprays. The only thing I had was a bad stomachache. They didn't kill me. I didn't know why.
I tried to hang myself, but halfway through fear hit me and I manage to break free. I found pleasure doing mischievous. I found pleasure through pain. Hit myself with hard stuff, stapled myself and cut myself. I even through myself towards a speeding van, flew few meters and landed unscratched, only a small headache. All these as if I couldn't kill myself.
During my 14th Birthday my parents ended up in a quarrel again over who is celebrating it. My siblings crying and I can't find peace even on that special day. So I left. Cycled alone in midnight while they were busy fighting. I saw the cemetery, very peaceful. Nothing was there. I stopped and sat on one of the tomb and cried myself out. Even the moon looked calming that night.
After a while I stood up and cycled back, to my uncles place and told them what happened. My uncle brought me back. My parents seemed to have realized I was missing only by the time I reach there.
But this day changed it all. Ever since then my parents stopped, and only had small quarrels. We were back being the happy family we were. Now I realize, I was kept alive for reason. I was lucky I didn't fade away then. Now, everyday to me is a opportunity to take and live it through. I never feared death, because I've faced it and lived. I want to live until my life fades.
But what saved me those days? Why didn't I end up like many others? Even until now, I've had those experience. I've been street user for a long time and many times I have seen deadly situations coming towards me, but always I manage to dodge and avoid them as a quick reflex. Never once I've met in accidents. I've even drowned but managed to be saved. Help comes in whatever forms whenever I'm in this situations.
How is this possible? Just a coincidence to be able to avoid deadly situations all these years? Why am I so lucky compared to most others? Or is it not luck but destiny? Or am I being protected by someone who walks as my shadow?