I had to call at the farm shop to buy tea as I was on my way home. As I paid I decided I would treat myself to a chocolate bar. I sat and listened to my podcast recordings whilst enjoying my contraband. Having got rid of all the evidence of greed I drove the mile home. I only got half way down the back road before a small build ip of traffic slowed me to a stop. What I saw was a car with it's tyres burst on the right and a car on it's roof with a lady's leg sticking out of the passenger window along the ground. 
The other drivers had only just approached on foot so this  had only just happened moments ago. It struck me as I turned around and got away that if I had not had the illegal chocolate bar that I would have been present at the impact site. Now maybe my presence would have caused the traffic to make different decisions at that time and avoid the collision or maybe the cars tyres would have blown out causing the car to strike me instead (I have no clue as to what did happen). Life is at times stood on a knifes edge and your existence is too. Any normal route home can kill you. 
Should I take this rogue chocolate bar as a sign from God that he stopped me being killed. Or maybe I should feel guilt for not  having stopped the Incident with me being there too.
Maybe there's a much more elaborate death planned for me. 
I think I'll not watch final destination anytime soon.