I’ve made the joke that, as a teenager, I should have fired my guardian angel because… by all accounts, I shouldn’t be alive today. It might have been an act of mercy if, my so-to-speak, Guardian Angel had just looked the other way instead of keeping my heart beating. Please, don’t get me wrong. I’m very happy in my life. I wouldn’t change that now.
I just find a touch of irony in the fact that, with the many instances where I should NOT have made it out alive, I did. I had a doctor tell me once, on one of the very rare occasions when I received medical care, that I had a damn good Guardian Angel. If this were a job, and I really could terminate who or whatever kept my heart beating, I would probably do it on the grounds that they/it are too over qualified. They, at that time, did their job without one hitch or complaint.