What’s a time you should have ignored your gut — but it worked out all right anyways.
Ghostie Pigs
I’m going to talk about the opposite here and that’s going with an obscure gut feeling. I am a highly deep thinking over empathetic person, but when it comes to making certain decisions, I take the analytical route using the neurons in my brain. I calculate numbers quickly in my head and have a good grasp of statistical probability. Not to get over technical, but with multiple regression projects they’re generally is one factor that overweighs most.. for better or worse a lot of times it’s our gut feel.
I went running with my son, while our daughter was at volleyball practice. about a mile and a half into the run we ran to a park where people were walking their dogs and enjoying a spring evening.
We saw a beagle just being a beagle and my son and I we love beagles. We call them Ghostie pigs. Here is the derivative of that term., One of our beagles would get under the covers and walk around and grunt like a pig. We found it endearing, and thus the name Ghostie Pig.
The Beagle ran up to us and started playing and barking and being a crazy Ghostie pig. It was a fun moment as we laughed the entire return trip of our run
I don’t believe in fate or predestination. As stated earlier, I can be a math person and the chances of us meeting that dog again were slim to nil.
The following Wednesday we did the same routine and there was the same Ghostie Pig playing in the park at the same place.. We met the owner briefly and his name was Sam.
I went back to my mathematical line of thought . The odds of that happening two weeks in a row is very small.
Math Geek Stuff
The odds of flipping one head while flipping a coin is 50%. The odds of getting two heads in a row is 25% and when you add in another coin flip yards go down to 12.5%. The odds of us meeting the Ghostie Pig were gigantically small. (Ridiculous comparison intended.)
Defy The Odds
I became enamored with his dog. I tried messing with the odds of mathematics and sent note to people who lived in the neighborhood lookout for this dog. Then again the odds of this happening were once again rare.
On the third week, we may have skipped a week, there once again was the beagle. The owner noticed the obvious connection between us and the dog and asked us if we would like to adopt Lucy. There was no prompting.
Apparently, Lucy’s owner was bedridden and could not give her the proper exercise.
I picked her up the following day and that Ghostie Pig ended up being a pretty awesome dog. I drove past that park the other day while visiting Portland and tipped my cap to that little park in Sellwood.
I would love to hear you opinion as well