Turned my alarm off. Had an evening shift. Happy I was able to sleep in.

Got a text late at night from manager. “Hey can you take the morning shift?”

Always one to get on my managers good side, def said yes, but was annoyed that I had to wake up at 7am now.

Got to work around 8ish, staring my day, till I get a call from my roommate.

“Are you ok?!?, I thought you were dead!!!”

Turns out, after I left, my roof ceiling caved in. This wasn’t some dust and dry wall. This was a heavy concrete looking ceiling with heavy wire mesh on the inside. From the front door to the windows, a giant thick metal mesh and concrete just slammed down. Looked like giant metal/concrete blanket was covering everything.

My roommate was awaken by the noise. Thought a bomb went off.

Had my manager not changed my schedule late at night, last min, I would have been dead or heavily disabled today.

Manager whom I figured was religious conveyed the good fortune to me, said “god saves the good people”. I was never religious myself, but he has always struck me as a good person.

For years I really didn’t think about it much. Showed pictures to people when I told the story to entertain people.

But these last few years, I started thinking about it again while lying in bed. I get a little scared.