Thoughts About Dangerous Moments and Multiple Universes

Throughout the course of my life I've had many close calls. Car blo wing through a red light while I'm turning left in front of them (I had a green arrow damn it!), getting hit from behind by a 40 mph motorcycle while riding a bike, drinking so much Tequila as a clueless college freshman I should've had my stomach pumped, numerous close calls working construction for a small company that didn't know what OSHA was.

As I approach 40 years old, I'm starting to get the feeling that for every really close call, I actually died. At that very moment, my dead body stayed in the current universe, but a new universe was immediately born in which I survived the incident.

It just seems like over all these years, with all these incidents, one would have killed me by now. It's not just luck, it's new universes.