Probability

I was hurrying to my next meeting a few buildings away from our office with just five minutes to spare. I had been there before, and it only took me two, so I knew I had enough time to get there, and set up the projector. I was lost in thought when a guy grabbed me by the arm, and said, “Oy!” The face looked familiar, but I could not place it anywhere. I was beginning to get worried because one, I barely had enough time to get to the next meeting, and two, with the way he smiled, we must have been pretty close before, and it would be utterly embarrassing if I had not been not able to remember his name. I was about to shift to a customary, “Oy! Kmusta!” and pretend like I knew him and his favourite pet. Then, I remembered.

Under The Stars

For a time, I thought that being a moderate is the best way to get the best of the world. This basically meant I would not be crazy enough to try out new things and end up crashing. The first time I ignored falling was when I learned to ride a bike. I did learn how to, and was even able to stand with one foot on the saddle and another one on the stem. I could neither remember how I did nor how I got the courage to, but I did and not without eating dust and grass, and my knees smiling in the process , as my father would say. Smiling with blood, that is. The cuts were deep, and I was glad nobody thought I needed stitches.