Today I went downtown a few hours before I had some training at one of the other school locations. I was wondering around and took some cool photos, and bought a necklace, see my Instagram account for the rest and more.
Let me tell you, I came to China thinking all the phones over here are slim and sexy and wicked fast on the nation wide 4G network (which is touted EVERYWHERE), and was all pumped to start using my new phone on the network since my iPhone 6 Plus only worked on 2G! That's right folks, downloading information from the few unblocked sites remaining at a solid 1mb/s -- peak data speed. So much for that fast data network and phones. Turns out, that's Korea and Japan are who have both fast cell and landline networks. A stunning 2Gbps in Japan -- which makes Google Fiber network look like dial-up! Anyways, as I'm using my new phone, it shows the data speed in the corner -- I haven't seen it pass 5mbps!
Meanwhile, back in Canada (eh), I could sit in the parking lot behind my building and cross 100mbps with ease each night on speed tests. Suffice to say, for a data heavy person such as myself (typically consume ~10gb/mo over cellular), this has been a major adjustment. I mean, what's the point of dropping serious dough on a brand new device if the data doesn't work super fast? What good is taking 25 selfies if you can't post to Instagram? Why bother with a 2.5K display if you can't stream movies? Who cares about a hexa-core processor if there isn't any data for the 8 cores to process? *side rant over*
I've made a few changes on my phone to try and get more aligned with the schools' work schedule, which runs on 24-hour time. Plus, the week starts with Monday on our work schedule and finishes Sunday. As a result, I've changed my clocks and calendars to reflect these differences because I hate it when I copy down a schedule incorrectly and am late.
However, today I thought I had a class observation (I'm still in training), and rushed over from the training centre location to my location via taxi (which makes Toronto cabs look like robbery). There was what I thought to be only a few moments left and I really wanted some fried rice before class started. A colleague named May took me down to get some behind the shopping centre. On my way back to the school, I went through these large revolving doors. Being tall, a very fast walker and thinking I was running out of time to eat my rice, I pushed the revolving door and walked through only to be slammed into the glass! WTF?! I turned back and there is a girl who tried to sneak in behind me with her hand caught between the revolving door and the frame!!
After she makes it through the door and is standing in the elevator with me I apologize and ask if she is ok, but she doesn't speak any English. I get off at my floor, and I'm pretty sure her and someone else were either cursing me or insulting me. It's odd, you kinda know they hate you, but you cannot understand what's being said. I felt it wasn't really my fault -- she decided to make a bad call and sneak in behind me. You see how tall and I am and how fast I walk, maybe wait for the door to pass?! Like, what's five seconds of your life going to cost you?
So I'm in the teacher area eating my fried rice when my colleague comes and gets me saying some people are here for me about a girl who got hurt. This girl and her colleagues are in the centre and want me to go with them to the hospital. We get in a car and trek over to the nearest one.
Everyone was a little tense initially, especially since a few thought her hand was broken. Given the door size and her hand size, it could have been -- though she likely would be have been in much more obvious pain if it was. After being at the hospital for a while everyone starts talking and things settle down. Luckily, her hand isn't broken!
We get back to the building we all work in, everyone is in a much better mood and say goodbye. What happened though was I misread the time, and thought I started work in about 20 minutes before going to get the fried rice, when I really had about 2 hours and 20 minutes!
I'm not a big promoter of fate or destiny or pre-determined life, however, it had me thinking. Every single action happened exactly as it was supposed to in order for that girl to get her hand caught in there. In fact, I debated a few moments before leaving, pondering if I should go get it, or save money. Then I spoke with May about which place to visit for a few moments, before going down. Everything lined up perfectly for that moment to happen. Had I walked a different way, or slightly slower, had I taken a moment longer to decide which fried rice I wanted etc., the entire incident would have been avoided. And obviously I couldn't foresee what would happen. Things happen just as they do and you end up in the spot you do, at the specific time and something happens. It could be positive or adverse. You can plan for, avoid and foresee only so much, and the rest, it just happens. Some don't believe in coincidence, some do.
When people tell me Earth is the only planet with life on it, I believe those people are wrong because such a statistical probability is unlikely. Well, the statistical probability of the numerous accidents being accidents and coincidences happen too frequently around the world, each day for it to be coincidence. For the events which lead up to the various and numerous accidents which occur each day is not statistically improbable/an anomaly because of the frequency of them. I believe there is a reason for these things to happen, not just coincidence. In my case, I learned a valuable lesson about how the Chinese culture is more about restoring harmony, above the law and who was right or wrong.
Is our life predetermined? I don't know. I'll save that for another post. Are such events merely coincidence? I don't believe so. I do believe life happens in the time and way it is supposed too. Everything in our lives has happened in its own time, and that time was the correct time. Everything in your life needed to happen for you to be who you are and where you are right in this very moment.