Fascinating Stories About “Butterfly Effect” In Real Life

Angie 3 year s ago

I wanted to leave some itchy comments, but there's too much to read. In the meantime, for our "friend":
Cats are awesome!

Tiffy 3 year s ago

A friend of mine had just came over to my house after being at the racetrack all day. He had just had a nitrous system put in and was tweaking it. He removed the back seat for less weight. Sometime later that night my sister called asking for a ride home from work. We head out to the car but I decide not to get in because she would have to sit in the back without a seat or seat belt. 2 minutes later his nitrous system malfunctioned and he lost control of the car hitting a tree on the passenger side. Completely destroyed the car and ejected him through the glass T-tops. He spent over a year in and out of the hospital but did recover. There is no way I would have survived.

Parsuny 3 year s ago

I got shot by a malformed bullet that would have completely killed me, but it was malformed so it didn't kill me all the way

Gatsy 3 year s ago

i pissed on floor women police come arrest i say oh you so beautiful she see my big huge enis and say woow lets marry now she gained 40kg and does shower only once a week life is sad in belarus

"I had to renew the sticker on my license plate a couple of years ago and really didn't feel like sitting in the waiting room by myself forever, so I told my mom I'd take her out to dinner after if she came with me. The guy working at the counter turned out to be my mom's long-lost biological brother. If she hadn't come with me, I would have never known"

"So a few years back, I lived in Nice (South of France) for a while. As a musician, I would make a bit of extra cash busking, and one day, I figured I'd go and busk at the Promenade des Anglais by the sea. It's usually packed, but a generally pleasant place to be. I set up, played a couple of songs and was doing pretty well and making a decent amount of money. Then, suddenly, not one, but two of my guitar strings snapped (I even remember I was playing 'The Scientist' at the time).

I was massively gutted and decided to cut my losses early. I stormed off home (by the station) in a bit of a sulk at having to re-string my guitar and cutting short what was essentially one of my most productive days of busking since moving there. Literally one hour later, my phone starts to blow up with family and friends freaking out and asking if I was at the promenade.

It was Bastille Day, 2016. The truck drove into the same crowd I was playing to, killing 86 people, including my at-the-time gf's uncle. I had two other friends who were among the 458 injured. I moved home the next month because it was too much, and haven't been back since.

It's hard to explain, sometimes I think I was super lucky, sometimes I just kind of cry and wonder why I was lucky and others weren't. It's surreal, and despite what people think...it's a truly horrible feeling"