I had an experience like this, but instead of faggy bottom surgery, it was for an internship interview. long story short, I drove out into blizzard, flew the only flight out of the area that was taking off, did the interview, and came back 4 days later than I was supposed to. My roommates thought I was dead.

The internship ended up being good experience, and I was invited back to apply for a job, which had a very similar blizzard story surrounding it, and I ended up not getting the job.

fast forward today, if I did get that job, I would be laid off and broke, I would never have met my gf, and I would have been isolated from my old friends and family.

sometimes there really is divine intervention telling you not to do something.

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I had an experience like this, but instead of faggy bottom surgery, it was for an internship interview. long story short, I drove out into blizzard, flew the only flight out of the area that was taking off, did the interview, and came back 4 days later than I was supposed to. My roommates thought I was dead.

The internship ended up being good experience, and I was invited back to apply for a job, which had a very similar blizzard story surrounding it, and I ended up not getting the job.

fast forward today, if I did get that job, I wouldn't be laid off and broke, I would never have met my gf, and I would have been isolated from my old friends and family.

sometimes there really is divine intervention telling you not to do something.