There have been a few threads lately about "interrupting fate", so to speak. I want you guys to really think about this. Are you supposed to be here? It got me thinking. Here's why. Now any of these things could be taken as cheating fate or simply as fate itself.

My mother wasn't supposed to live. She was aborted at 7 months and left to die. Cops found out about her, took her to the hospital where she was taken care of then adopted.

All my life (until 21) I truly believed I would die before 20 and it would have something to do with a car. I literally partied like it was 1999 every day at a certain point. So, when I was 17, I had a very graphic dream about my death by car (won't go into details unless you want) while I was taking a nap. The dream upset me so much, that I decided to go get some clothes shopping done for the upcoming weekend. This was my mindset at the time-very shallow. Long story short, had I not had that dream, I would've died that day on the way to the outlet I was going to. It didn't occur to me until recently, that perhaps the "I'm going to die before 21" thing was actually true.

So, fast forward to childbirth. I had a baby when I was 20 who was adopted. They had to induce labor, then eventually do an emergency C-section. Again, I could've died. I actually (according to my doctor) came very close. None of my pregnancies have been normal. I've had three doctors tell me that if not for me taking every little "twitch" seriously, I would've DIED with the first baby. The last one I had, the doctor absolutely refused to deliver another baby for me because he said I'd been lucky so far. Doesn't matter, I didn't want anymore.

One other thing. When I was getting ready to marry my husband, I got very ill. I have pretty bad Asthma. Yet another reason I shouldn't be here. I was in ICU for the first year of my life. No human contact at all (in a tube or some such). I actually died a couple of times, then. Geez, I had forgotten about that. Anyway, I was getting ready for my future MIL to visit by scrubbing the bathroom. I was already struggling to breathe because of a chest/sinus infection. So, I'm cleaning the bathroom with straight bleach (no ventilation whatsoever), and start having a really serious Asthma attack. By that evening, I was so listless and couldn't breathe, my hubby had to carry me to the car to go to Urgent Care. Hubby overheard the doc tell another doc that if I'd waited another hour, I would've been dead. I was hooked up to a nebulizer and they wouldn't let me go to sleep, which was really all I wanted to do at this point.

Sooo, just think about it. ARE you supposed to be here? And what do you think?

Cheating fate or Fate itself?

Strictly by definition, the answer would be 'fate itself'. If you are predestined to do something, then you will not die or be kept from doing what you are meant to do until the act is done.

Well, in that case, fate needs to quit playing with my emotions. Anyone else have an opinion?

If you believe in fate then therefore you must believe that everything that has happened cannot be changed and that your future is set.

Therefore you cannot aviod fate, it may just appear so.

Wannabe, it seems you've had your share of close calls!

I don't know if this has to do with fate, but when I was about 12 years old, two of my cousins and I had a camp out on my grandfather's ranch that summer. We were supposed to sleep outside, but decided to sneak into my Grandfather's huge old storage shed. We ate snacks and told ghost stories in front of a single lantern until we got sleepy. My cousin's family were a bit better off finically than mine, so they could afford air mattresses, nice sleeping bags, etc. I got stuck sleeping on an old canvas cot. There were two windows on either side of the shed, so my cousins set up their bags next to one, and I set up my cot next to the other. I awoke in the middle of the night and noticed that my cousins had gone back to the house. I was tempted to go over and lay down on the comfortable mattress they had left behind, but for some reason I decided to stay where I was.

Just after sunrise I was awoken by a loud crash. I jumped up and ran back to the house to tell my Grandfather. When he went to investigate he found that the heavy plaster ceiling had broken off and smashed down on the air mattress. It was an enormous chunk (at least 8 x 4 ft) and had completely destroyed the mattress and bags. I'm sure one of us would have been killed or seriously injured.

I asked my cousins why they had decided to return to the house and they couldn't give me a specific reason why. They said they just "felt" like going back inside.

BTW, we had been told to stay out of the shed, but my Grandfather decided not to punish us.

There have been a number of incidences in my life that have woken me up to the reality of how precious this gift of life really is. I use to believe that there wasnt a point for it all and i didnt want to be here at all, but after some experiences i have changed my mind. When i was like 7 or 8 i got namonia really bad and was throwing up blood and had a very high temp but somehow got better right away and amazed the doctors. Another experience was after playing on a slip and slide when younger i fell back and hit my head really hard and got a concussion and was rushed to the hospital and almost went into a coma. When i was a baby my mom was driving while being under the influence and i was sleeping in the front seat i think i was like 2 or three yrs old, anyways she lost control of the car and hit a tree she got bumped and bruised up and somehow i didnt move or even wake up. She said someone was looking out for me because the car was totally wrecked and i was sound asleep and unharmed. And the other experience that really woke me up was when i was 19 took some bad drugs with out eating or drinking anything that day and my eyes rolled back and i started like going into convulsions and passed out i dont remember everything that happend just that i woke up later that night in a friends car with ppl standing around me trying to get me to come out of it. I dont know how much of these things were fate or intervention but i know i have looked death in the face a few times. Now i know that there is deffinatly a purpose for everyone being here.

Hit the nail on the head right there!!

These are just things that have happen to you, We are all here for a reason, what no one knows, but i believe every road we walk down leads us to the next path of our life.And no matter how bad something is, it's only another fork to help move us in the direction we are meant to go.Why you did not die, because you were not meant to. I do not believe things kill us, i think when our time is up we will go, When God wants to bring you home he will, until then a bus can hit you, and you will not die. Think about this, how many time have you heard about someone who lived and the doctors do not understand how?Why do you think that is, fate i just do not believe that, I think what ever purpose they have here has yet to be done!

Here's my POV. I don't really believe in fate anymore, either. But I do believe that everything happens for a reason. We may not know what that reason is at the time (or ever, for that matter), but everything that happens to us steers us in certain directions where choices are placed before us. We still have the free will to choose which path to take and what to make of our experiences.

Another curious thing I forgot to add. January '04, I was creamed by the garbage truck. I was stopped, he was doing 55 (in a 35, no less). I was 14 wks pregnant at the time and nearly lost the baby. Bed rest, placental abruption (this is where the placenta is partially torn from the uterus, and if it doesn't heal, the baby starves to death). Anyway, when he hit me, my van swerved left and nearly hit another truck head on. I yanked the wheel back to the right and don't know how I avoided going over the edge of the bridge.

Wow, those are all really really good examples Wannabe. But you also have to think of not just your childbirth, but your mother being born, and her life, and your father for that matter, imagine if one of them would've died. You wouldn't be here would you? So the amount of 'close calls' is prolly really really really huge. Just my two cents haha.

i wasnt suppposed to live coz my mum's body was "rejecting" me when i was in the womb

when i was in my pram, my mums bad knee went and i rolled into the middle of the road

i dont think my mum wanted me haha

I know this is a fairly old post, but it combines just about everything I have been posting about/ spreading out here and there responding to people. Making two of my own that really seem to only get so far. I also feel like I am getting flat out ignored, but this is where I think maybe the most fitting issue is worth getting into right now.

I have gone through years of the "why am I here" scenario. In and out of suicidal phases. I wipe out all the other methods of suicide physically on the outside and get to the telekinesis, and ask myself " why not this method"? It would be the first time a human being is found dead by electricution, without evidence that there was any outside cause. So I had to turn away from that idea. It was a back and forth issue for a few years, when over time the threats from the afterlife became stronger. Whenever I am threatened to get abducted, I question them and ask "so what time are your people going to show up, because I will be dead by then".

They seem to back off sometimes, but there are different people who show up every month/year with the same excuse " were just trying to help you". Of course they make it seem like I need that kind of help, but who is to say they won't use me like a suicide tool right? So, instead of the back/forth episodes I get stuck some other way in between just waiting to see if someone is going to show up.
They never did. I still have to deal with this today, but the problem is that there are different groups of people who 'run' into each other in this competition.

Some want to get to me before others do. This is where I get so argumetative, like a police negotiater, and try to talk people down. Questioning thier authority. There ends up being a stand off and no one ends up getting to the point of agreeing to back off or to 'move in the troops'.

I wonder now if I should believe it any more. I still believe if I do commit suicide before they get to me, who will be after me in the afterlife - so I am forced to do it again. With the same method no less.

So why am I here? Why do I have to put up with this? This is like some personal cold war right now. Like I was a nuclear weapon in a basement to some people just waiting to be used, but with no excuse to use it- because some people aren't intelligent enough to use it/ or start a war anyway.

Effing jerks. Like I don't worry that thier people are going to show up and have a gun fight right where I'm standing / and end up killing each other over me, and probably me.