I’ll switch to humor for a moment. I have the worst luck. I’ll get into other reasons later, but here’s the latest proof.
My 14-year-old daughter and I went for a run. We got about a mile down the road before this random truck came speeding toward us from the road ahead.
“A wild bull!” A man yelled from the window.
“A white bull!?!” I yelled back. “That’s pretty.” I said to my daughter, obviously not hearing the man correctly.
“No mom,” she said. “A wild bull.”
My jaw dropped in shock as I looked ahead trying to see what was coming. I didn’t see anything, but the man warned that we should turn back, so we did.
A few minutes after starting the run back, the man caught up to us stopping his truck in front of us.
“There’s no time!” He yelled. “Hop in!” I opened the back door to do as he said and there were car seats and all kinds of things filling up the back. I looked behind us trying to think of what to do and I made eye contact with this bull charging toward us. I panicked and stuck my daughter between me and the seat. I shut my eyes tight, as I leaned trying to shield her.
Luckily the bull ran right past the truck. We thanked the man and let him go on his way and we continued to run home. We get to a point where we can see our house and we watch as the boy starts up our driveway. We just stopped and stared at one another. They eventually got him off our property and into a trailer to take him where he needed to be, but I think that is a pretty solid look into our luck. Lol