I don't think things happen for a reason. The world is pure science and science is math and math is predictable, so there's a certain level of predetermined ability to logically conclude, but things don't happen for a reason. That's just silly. Things happen because you made a mistake, or haven't experienced this before, or you've worked hard for it. There is no intelligent design; there is only what you put out there and fight to obtain.
This being said, I learn every day from what happens versus what could have happened.
This weekend I learned that every moment is precious and as much as I live to love and learn, I could lose everything pretty fast. I also learned you should charge your phone every night, regardless of legendary battery life. I learned that sometimes, the police won't help you, even if you have an APB out and match the description of the young woman in need. Sometimes the battle is too hard and it's just so much easier to just give up.
Most importantly, though, I learned who my friends are and to what extent they'll run to help me. They did absolutely everything they could, even if it didn't seem like much at the time. And that meant a lot.
I'm okay, even if it was touch-and-go for a minute. I made it and am safe, if not very happy, and I'll beat this. This experience gave me an opportunity to look around and appreciate that I don't have to be alone, even if I'm by myself in a big city. The people who love and care for me are always there, but this gave me an opportunity (if terrifying) to feel their presence acutely. It's much less dramatic than it sounds, really.
So this is where I kick myself a little. I wanted Philly to be life-changing: I love being outside my comfort zone and pushing every boundary I come to. This came pretty close to being the end for me, but the thing about that is:
"That which doesn't destroy you, can only make you stronger." - Nietzsche
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