Sometimes we're on a collision course, and we just don't know it.
Whether it's by accident or by design, there's not a thing we can do
about it. A woman in Paris was on her way to go shopping, but she had
forgotten her coat - went back to get it. When she had gotten her coat,
the phone had rung, so she'd stopped to answer it; talked for a couple
of minutes. While the woman was on the phone, Daisy was rehearsing for a
performance at the Paris Opera House. And while she was rehearsing, the
woman, off the phone now, had gone outside to get a taxi. Now a taxi
driver had dropped off a fare earlier and had stopped to get a cup of
coffee. And all the while, Daisy was rehearsing. And this cab driver,
who dropped off the earlier fare; who'd stopped to get the cup of
coffee, had picked up the lady who was going to shopping, and had missed
getting an earlier cab. The taxi had to stop for a man crossing the
street, who had left for work five minutes later than he normally did,
because he forgot to set off his alarm. While that man, late for work,
was crossing the street, Daisy had finished rehearsing, and was taking a
shower. And while Daisy was showering, the taxi was waiting outside a
boutique for the woman to pick up a package, which hadn't been wrapped
yet, because the girl who was supposed to wrap it had broken up with her
boyfriend the night before, and forgot.
When the package was wrapped, the woman, who was back in the cab, was
blocked by a delivery truck, all the while Daisy was getting dressed.
The delivery truck pulled away and the taxi was able to move, while
Daisy, the last to be dressed, waited for one of her friends, who had
broken a shoelace. While the taxi was stopped, waiting for a traffic
light, Daisy and her friend came out the back of the theater. And if
only one thing had happened differently: if that shoelace hadn't broken;
or that delivery truck had moved moments earlier; or that package had
been wrapped and ready, because the girl hadn't broken up with her
boyfriend; or that man had set his alarm and got up five minutes
earlier; or that taxi driver hadn't stopped for a cup of coffee; or that
woman had remembered her coat, and got into an earlier cab, Daisy and
her friend would've crossed the street, and the taxi would've driven by.
But life being what it is - a series of intersecting lives and
incidents, out of anyone's control - that taxi did not go by, and that
driver was momentarily distracted, and that taxi hit Daisy, and her leg
was crushed.
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