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Murphy’s Law: Anything that can go wrong, will.


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Whenever things went wrong, I quoted it.  Then one day, it quoted me back.  Was I obsessed?

It was a chilly morning.  I had an important appointment with a city doctor.  I got in the car, turned the key.  Engine dead.  Too early to call a mechanic.

I did the next best thing: hailed an auto-rickshaw to the station, caught a train, and reached the clinic on time.  Relief!

The receptionist killed it: "Sorry. Doctor isn't coming today."

I felt dejected.  Angry.  Then the irony hit me:

One simple phone call to confirm the two-day old appointment would've saved everything. 

So, are you letting Murphy's Law predict your failures or using it to prevent them?  Let's hear your experience.

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