Waking up early today morning, I geared up for my gym session. Before leaving, my wife reminded me to take the keys along, just in case she was in the bathroom when I returned. With the keys in hand, I set out for my morning workout routine, unaware of the role they would play later that day.
As I rode my motorbike home from the gym, I felt the familiar buzz of my phone in my pocket. Ignoring the call, I tucked the device underneath the seat, between my groin and the leather cushion, focused solely on reaching home.
Arriving at my new apartment complex, I parked my bike in the basement parking lot and made my way upstairs. But as I tried to unlock the gate with my key, frustration set in. Why hadn’t my wife left the latch open if she knew I was coming home?
In a parallel scenario, had I not taken the keys as advised by my wife, I might have found myself waiting impatiently at the gate, unaware that my wife was inside, ready to quickly unlock it upon my arrival.
Reaching for my iPhone 15 Pro, I realized it was not in my pocket. Confused and phoneless, I might have lingered at the gate for some time before the realization struck me like a lightning bolt – my phone was still on the bike seat.
Without a moment to lose, I dashed back to the basement, my heart pounding with anticipation. And there it was, perched innocently on the seat of my motorbike, untouched.
Reflecting on the series of events, I couldn't help but think that everything happens for a reason. Despite the initial frustration, I realized that all is well that ends well. Finding my phone safe and sound was a reminder that sometimes, even the smallest mishaps can lead to unexpected blessings.
23 April 2024
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