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I am going to keep it brief and to the point. I am a believer in omens. Anything and everything happen for a reason. Ive lived my life this way for years and it has helped me to survive a lot of ill shit. First and foremost, early this morning about 2pm I get a call from one of my subordinates stating that he fucked up a schedule, and due to these actions needs to find a replacement in an hour. I told him at 0200 that's a goddamn impossibility. I resigned to my better logic and told him I would cover the site, he goes to the other site and bam, mission accomplished. I get up to get in the other patrol car to drive out, and the cars completely dead. This does not happen in this office. After 20 minutes of fiddling with with it, I said fuck it, grab the company card, fill my personal vehicle and decide to ride out to the site. It was raining like the damn first day of the biblical flood. I get on I20 and start riding. I pass 2 vehicles with flashers on, driving a snails pace. I start to slow it down. I get it to 55 and im driving along, when fate intervened. I fucking spun 8 times down I-20 over a quarter of a mile. By the 4th rotation I was resigned to my fate. If im gonna die im gonna fucking die. I hit the accelerator, turned into the spin and miraculously ended up in the only area that wasnt median, drop off or wooded. I slide into the grassy muddy area. And come to a complete stop. All the while this was going on I am listening to goddamn Frank Ocean singing about a tornado flew around his room. Bruh, I stop, the people I passed pull over and ask am I okay, in my delirium, I utter "Im Alive". I start just laughing. Hard. Call the cops, they call a wrecker and pull my car out. Besides dirt and debris, Me and my car WERE COMPLETELY UNSCATHED.
Needless to say. This was a fucking sign. I almost died for a job. Family, I work 7 days a week, at 12 hours a day. Some shit went down and thats why I am in the predicament im in. I have been racking my brain about a few things, hence why I have essentially stopped doing GAF or anything else. Bruh Im fucking done. This year has been both liberating and a goddamn daily struggle. So I am taking the cue from my almost demise and doubling down on something that has been in the planning stages that I have been 50/50 about. I have nothing holding me in GA. No wifey, no nothing. Its time for me to start over fresh and hit the dusty trail back to Louisiana. Good and bad im done.
Family, the thing that gets to me out of all this is this. For the last 12 hours ive been playing through every scenario. Every goddamn one. What could i have done differently? What could I have not done? Just everything. And each one ends with me being critically injured and or deceased. No shaking this one. I should not have walked away from this. Just all the circumstances led to me walking away. Weather, road, tire conditions..... etc. I cannot shake this feeling, that I should be dead. I went back to the site this afternoon. Im in awe. Like it never happen.
So to recap, im going home. Georgia had some memories, but its time to grind where I started.