The Curse
No, I’m not talking about loosing my luggage. This is far more serious than that.
It’s a small detailed which I’ve noticed, and it’s frankly scaring me a bit. About a year ago we were supposed to get a new co-worker. His name was Jim. As he was employed he asked if it were alright that he and his girlfriend still went on their vacation which they had planned. We said they could, after all, there wasn’t much to do anyway.
A week later his mother phoned us to tell they had been in a car accident and they were hospitalized in Austria. Complicated fractures in the legs evidently.
A couple of months later Sameh asks if it’s alright that he leaves a bit early because he and a couple of friends were travelling down to Germany. “Sure”, we said.
In Germany he practices a skateboard trick he has tried a thousand times before, only this time he fractures his knee and has to undergo surgery.
Marius went to Italy a few weekends ago, and our new co-worker left for London for four days at the same time. Our co-worker Ronnie first managed to get metal splines in his eye, and when it was done healing he broke his foot playing indoor-hockey.
As I now had travelled to Aalborg for the weekend, I was actually nervous that something similar would happen. Worried I might break something. But I haven’t. I exhaled with relief. Naturally this curse was all in my head.
This morning my dentist called me to cancel my appointment.
He had broken his wrist.