In the years of my youth I did not think about coincidences, synchronicities, or anything like that. I had no room in my life for such ideas, I was convinced that they were the product of superstition. But with the passage of time I have learned to look at things differently, now I have no problem accepting that for each of us there is some kind of plan drawn by the Creator.
There are many times in which an event, apparently fortuitous, has had some impact on my life, small details such as leaving the cell phone behind can be a signal that comes to warn us of something that can affect us.
A little more than two years ago there was a major landslide in my area, the event occurred between one and two in the afternoon.
That day I had planned to go down to the city to do some shopping. At about eleven thirty I began to prepare my things.
The first delay was when I couldn't find my car keys, I couldn't find them anywhere. My wife and I looked all over the house and found nothing. I decided to go up to the annex for a walk, it was the most unlikely place because I never go up there with my car keys. However, when I opened the door something caught my attention on the couch, under a blanket were the keys. I still can't figure out how they ended up there.

It was a little before twelve o'clock when I left the house, I had walked about three blocks when I realized that I had not put the container to buy drinking water. I had a hard time finding a convenient place to turn around, but I finally found it and went back to get the container.
Fifteen minutes later I started my trip towards downtown, I stopped at a gas station six kilometers from my house and when I went to call my wife to ask her if I needed anything else, I realized I didn't have my cell phone. I don't like to go downtown without my cell phone because in many places I have to make payments via mobile payment.
At that moment I felt that I should not continue, that it was best to leave it for another time. Three delays in the same day were too much of a coincidence. I didn't think much about it and went back home.
I had not even been there thirty minutes when I heard a great bustle in the street, people running everywhere. I opened the gate to the parking lot and asked the first person who came by. With a look of panic on his face he yelled at me to run, the river was coming. I went to wake up my wife who was taking her afternoon nap and we climbed into the annex, there we were ten feet above ground level.
When things calmed down I went to see what was happening. Indeed, the river that runs about three blocks from my house had overflowed, the flow was so great that the roar of the water could be heard two blocks away.
As the water level dropped, we went up to the avenue. The sight was terrifying. The entire street and sidewalk were covered with a layer of mud that in some places was more than a meter high. Cars were stuck in the street. People were walking around burying themselves up to half a leg in the mud.

That night we were completely cut off, with no electricity and no telephone signal.
The next day the news began to break. In the upper part of the mountain a gigantic landslide had almost buried a beautiful middle class housing development. The material losses were very great. Fortunately, due to the time of day, many people were at work, so there were only six fatalities.
We were cut off from communication for more than a week, the army passed by every day to leave drinking water and some food supplies. It took several months to resume normal activities in the area.
I often think of that day. I have no doubt that those three warnings came to me from somewhere. Had I not heeded the signs and continued to the center, it is likely that I would have encountered the landslide on my way back. The result could have been very unpleasant. Fortunately I followed my intuition.
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Thank you for your time.
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