Please know that I jest when I use strong words, such as cussing or making negative/deragatory comments. For my ex taught me a great analogy regarding life's experiences that I now hold up as a mirror for all of my life.
Here it is, for you to use at your discretion:
Two strong, masculine and male friends were chopping wood in the forest. They were of Mayan descent and lived millennium ago. Mucking about and goofing off, as men are known to do, one man accidentally chopped off two of his friend's fingers. At the sight of the bloody mistake, the victim flew into a rage and ran after his best friend threatening him bodily harm. Through the forest their body's snaked when the pursued, running haphazardly and fearfully, fell into a brilliantly camouflaged, booby trap. He was now trapped, nine feet below the earth, with no way out. He begged for his friend's forgiveness and help. But his friend was too angry to relent and left him there for fate to do what it will.
On his way back to the village, an invading army cut a violent swath across the forest and rounded up all healthy and able-bodied adults. He was swept up into the terrifying caravan and was marched before a sea of strange faces. He was to be sacrificed in the name of another person's God. On the altar he was laid and, when the ax was raised to come pummeling down upon his vulnerable neck, he struck his wounded hand out in protest and defense. The presiding official took one look at his imperfect, fallible human body and deemed him unfit for their perfect God. Immediately, he was released and set free. Where upon he ran back to retrieve his best friend from the hole in the Earth. He helped his best friend out of the muddy pit and relayed the events that had just transgressed. The men could not believe their luck or the turn of fate. If he hadn't of chopped off his finger... if he hadn't of angrily pursued his best friend...if his able-bodied best friend never had fallen in the hole...
Indeed.
Good luck.
Bad luck.
Who knows?
