This story takes place when I was a very young toddler... well... not too young... I think I was in grade 4. I'm not your usual bright student who breezes through Math without breaking a sweat. My dad however, is the genius. (Let's just say he taught me and my sister - both engineering students - from 1st year to 5th year all our math subjects).
So what my dad used to do when I was small was to teach me match through computer games (Math Monster if I remember correctly) and billiards (we'd play straight pool and I had to add my scores and his scores - imagine my horror when I had to add 15, 13, 14, 12, and 11 - whew). So one time when we were playing billiards, at the end of the game, my dad asked me to add the numbers. And I had to add double digits... And I felt so dumb because I couldn't get it right and to him it seemed so simple and easy. So, with my usual short temper, I stormed out and went to the wash room. There I cried my heart out (but not too loud so that they won't hear me).
But I was just so pissed at how my dad made me feel too dumb (but that was just my pride - my dad was actually pretty patient and now when I try to remember that incident, he was actually smiling... But that time it felt like he was laughing at me.) that I opened his cabinet (it's sliding doors had 2 full size mirrors - about 6 ft high and 2.5 ft wide), and slammed it really hard.
What happened next was a big surprise. The corner of the mirror broke and a pointed shrapnel of glass flew straight to my head (it seemed like it was going to hit me right smack in the middle of my eyes). My short life (since I was very young) literally flashed before my eyes (in slow motion - it was I could see things happening very slowly) and all that I could say to myself was "Oh God, what have I done... Am I going to die? I don't want to die!" And before the shrapnel could hit me... (It came pretty close), for some magical reason... It broke in half in mid-air as if it hit some sort of force field. And when it hit the ground and broke into more pieces, it seemed like the slow motion stopped and I was back. And the next thing I know I heard my mom screaming "WHAT HAPPENED?!" And my parents both came running to check on me to find that the mirror had broke and there were pieces of the mirror beside me.
Anyway, I just wanted to share this experience as this had totally changed me. Before this incident, I was a bully who'd pick on anyone (pretty dumb since I also picked on students twice my size). After this though, I totally changed and turned over a new leaf. It was a 2nd chance in life... Not something everyone could get. This was when my mom said that my guardian angel saved my life. I think it was my grandfather who saved my life... As this incident happened a few weeks after he had passed away.
My grandfather is my guardian angel and he saved my life and took care of me even after he has passed. Now, Uwa (my grandmother), is together with lolo Nelson. Thank you both for taking good care of me. How I wish I could have been a better grandson when you were both still alive. I love you both and I miss you both!