Today I received a letter from my godmother narrating to me how she was bumped by a car. Just some minor injuries she said - because she knows someone was watching over her.
Funny! I too was bumped by a motorcycle recently while I was crossing the streets of Phnom Penh. I wanted to call for help after I found myself flat on the road.
Traffic stood at standstill. Ironically the guy who bumped me happened to be a policeman. He got up from his fallen motorbike, approached me and humbly apologized sincerely (for the Khmer culture this was most important).
As for me I immediately got back on my feet hurriedly (but oh so painfully) even though my entire body was racking in agony... just because a throng of curious people were about to encircle me. I would have died of shame!
Now were they simply curious or did they wonder how fortunate I was that...
Someone up there was watching over me.