Author: Vitaly Pichugin Source: http://www.nlplife.ru/They say that nothing just falls on your head. Probably, thoughts don’t just pop into your head. They suggest something, a lot of it is random, some thoughts are simply bound to appear in your head by a certain time. Usually people's thoughts are determined by their needs. What does a hungry person think about? You can tell him about high art and Malevich’s square, but until you feed him, all the hungry man’s thoughts will be about food. Every thought has its time. In the evening - about bed, sleep, sex, food at night, everyone has their own. By morning - about getting up early, the desire (or not the desire) to go to work, and what to wear? By lunchtime it’s all about food again, and then it’s the end of the working day. There are more global thoughts, they also visit sooner or later. Some call this time a crisis, others call it a step in development. For example, is this what I do in life? Who's next to me? What am I doing with these people? Why is all this? Well, when the men drink in a group, it seems that all the questions have all the answers. Sometimes insight comes suddenly. A thought appears along with some extreme event. I was walking through a beautiful wheat field. Summer, birds singing, ears of corn swaying in the wind, complete calm and serenity. Suddenly, next to me, at the speed of a projectile, a wheel from a KAMAZ flies by and, leaving a rut of mown wheat, rushes into the distance. And I’m holding the handle of a bag in my hand, the bag itself was blown away by a wheel, as if it had been cut off. A little to the left and it would have cut off part of me. Man is mortal, suddenly mortal, then I read this in Bulgakov, but then the thought came to me. It's simple. The road next to the field was downhill, cars were flying at a speed of 100-150 km per hour. It was on this slope that a two-meter dump truck wheel came off, gently tearing my bag off my shoulder and carrying it into the distance. And the next day I was crossing the tracks at the railway station. Everything was not easy there. There were freight cars on the tracks, all the people climbed under them, there was no crossing. The most interesting thing is that these trains could set off at any moment and go about their business. Those who didn’t manage to climb through are not to blame for the train. What saved people was that the forty carriages began to move slowly. As a rule, everyone managed to jump out. I climbed through and was about to move on, when I heard the characteristic sound of the train starting to move, and out of the corner of my eye I saw an interesting picture. A drunken man was lying on the rails; he was tired of crawling under the carriage and peacefully fell asleep for the last time. The wheels were slowly but inexorably moving to cut his spine. I rushed to the man in one leap and, with all my strength, pulled him towards me. The man’s legs caught on the rail, fell out of his boots, slid onto the grass, and at the same moment tons of metal flattened his boots on the rails. The rescued man muttered something similar to a curse, but immediately fell into the grass and fell asleep. I then thought that there were no people around, the person sleeping on the rails had no chance to escape if a wheel had run over me yesterday. Maybe that's why it didn't move? Accident? Or just a reason to think about patterns and randomness. I shared the events described with one girl. She responded with an exclamation: “Wow, it’s like that for me too!” What is it, I asked. She told about the affectionate brick. A young lady was returning from college when suddenly a brick fell next to her and shattered into small pieces. She looked up and saw workers repairing something on the roof of the house. Most likely, they accidentally threw a brick down onto the heads of passers-by. Passers-by were lucky this time. And the next day, the girl pulled two children, who were alone at home, out of a neighbor’s apartment and set the sofa on fire. One room was completely burned out. If the girl had not climbed over the balcony in time, the children would have suffocated from the smoke. Maybe this is also an accident, and I’m wrong, but I want to believe in the following. • If you are lucky, think about what good someone or something is keeping you for. Why is the brick so affectionate, I asked the girl. The answer was as follows: “He fell next to him, so red and affectionate, and could have hit him on the head.” All?