Karma

Karma: Is a law which maintains that every act done, no matter how insignificant, will eventually return to the doer with equal impact.

Yesterday turned out to be one for the books. Just like any other normal day, I decided to go on a nice little run around my barrio (neighborhood).  Not realizing that I was in for a near death situation, I was high in spirits and ready to feel the wind against my face and sun on my back.  My headphones were on full volume and I was jamming to some Mumford and Sons (surprising?) just enjoying myself when I realized that a half a block back an old man had been trying to get my attention. I ran back and asked him (in horrible spanish) if he needed something, after about 5 minutes of him repeating the same sentence 800 times, I realized he needed assistance crossing the street. Linked arm in arm we crossed the street together, and exchanged a kiss on the cheek as he safely made it to his destination ( a cafe at 2 PM, oh the life!) and off I went. I could see our humble apartment so I decided to begin my sprints (due to the unacceptable intake of croissants lately). Low and behold, I stopped dead in my tracks, took a breath, and realized that a large brick from probably 15 stories up was thrown from a building landing only inches away from my head. Quickly unplugging my headphones I realize everyone in the streets was screaming and I was the epicenter of it all. Four construction workers were working on an apartment, one at the very top of the apartment was dangerously hammering away which explains the origin of the brick. What I couldn't figure out was why there was absolutely no sign of construction- no yellow tape, no fence blocking the area off, no bright orange vests, no one screaming "warning, inexperienced construction workers irresponsibly throwing bricks off buildings". Then I realized, I am living in a third world country with little regulation and oversight. Call me crazy, but I instantly missed the comfort and security of the ever so regulated United States. I will shamefully admit there was brief moment of abomination for this country. However, it was quickly overturned with my feeling of luck. I feet lucky to have met that old man, who asked for assistance in crossing the street, thus allowing me to do my daily act of goodness which in turn saved my life.  If you don't believe in Karma, well then I suppose you will say it was pure luck. But doesn't it sound so much more beautiful thinking that the old man gave me the chance to earn my good karma for the day which in return saved my life.

Un Abrazo