I love playing the role of a brave, seasoned traveler, but at the core, I am actually quite naive.
My orientation sense got lost on the way (better say, I never had one!) and my intuition wasn´t that great in the first place. I also demonstrated a really poor judgment skills when it comes to people – several times. You might wonder – how come she is still safe and sound and stray?
Well. She just does not realize some stuff.
You remember being told (by one of those annoying motivation couches who only make you envious of their income and miserable about your decisions) the life is what you make it? That the world is
your oyster your mirror the way you decide to see it? The cup is half – full or half…ok, you got the point, I stop here.
That´s not the way it works. The trick is simple.
The key sentence goes like this:
Sometimes you are lucky and sometimes you are not. But the real luck is to tell the two apart.
Let me illustrate my point with a story:
It was one of these bogotan nights, cold, but dry and light. We were having fun playing music in a park when a strange group of people approached us; while we were playing, it was as if the music kept us in a protecting bubble. Once we stopped, they started coming closer.
All our friends went on to pack quickly and stand up and when these guys came towards us, most of them were already gone.
“You got some beers?” they asked us.
They looked shabby and rough, their punk clothes torn and their voices rogue. The few of us left there froze. I mean, except of me. I replied:
“Unfortunately, we don´t. But we have this! Do you want some chips?” with that, I offered them a bag with the rest of potato snacks left on the bottom.
“No!” “Yes…” they blabbed.
While the moment of surprise lasted, we swiftly walked away, running after the rest of our group.
“They wanted to kick our ass!” my then boyfriend told me.
“Really? I thought maybe they just wanted to talk…”
“No, they were looking for a fight. You should have run away. Instead you gave them chips…”
It looks like I am really clueless. So I offered papitas to violent neonazis? So it seems. Apparently, they were so startled that they forgot to beat us up.
My now husband likes to point out that this is a perfect example of how love can overcome hatred.
Someone wants to break your neck? Give them food. They might change their decision.
I would add, only try that if you are like Bohumil Hrabal, the author of the following line:
“Even in my bad luck I have always been lucky.”