The unluckiest guy
What are the odds that an average person would go through several accidents in a low? Not really high. But I know a person to whom all the terrible accidents happened in just two years. I met him in HUFS in 2012. Because we major in the same department, Media Communication, we used to hang out with other friends too. Before long, I found it out easily that he is a man with all the bad luck. I felt sorry to ask him if I can interview him about his accidents. But he texted me back "yes" without much hesitation.
It has been a quite a long time since I saw him. I welcomed him in the Apple Lounge in HUFS.
He is a positive and energetic man, I suddenly wondered why on earth bad things which might happen to a person once in his or her lifetime happened continuously to such a hardworking man. I asked him to tell me from the recent accident. He said with embarrassingly smiling, "Let me first exclude the happenings that occurred due to my clumsiness." Losing the cell phone or wallet was not a big deal. It happened to him so frequently that he's a bit of immune to it.
He started talking with a sigh. "I'm way too much unlucky to just call myself unlucky." His friends and he were drinking over the dinner two months ago. Suddenly, the girl next to him dropped the Soju glass by accident. As he reflexively turned his face to where the sound came from, some of the broken pieces of the glass got into his eyes. At first he thought pouring water into the eye would be enough. After few days later, he couldn't help the feeling of irritation that he went to see an eye doctor. The doctor said any sort of glass piece was found, luckily. However, the worst part was that instead of pieces of the glass, there was calculus or the stone in his eye; from a piece of the broken glass to the calculus. What an absurd happening! As a result, he had to spend almost one and half an hour, taking it from the eye with the syringe
The more serious one happened in April last year. I remember how much I was shocked to see him at that time. His face was black and blue all over, he limbed his leg. He was on his way back to home, riding a bicycle. It was around 1am. Suddenly a group of Chinese people came out from somewhere and threatened him for nothing. "I tried to get out of the situation again and again." said he with bitterness. The people must have been the racketeers. They were mad at the fact he did not surrender, and pushed him down. Then he fell down to a rock and chafed against the ground. "I blacked out, and when I opened my eyes, I was at home. There was blood everywhere in the blanket, not to mention my face. And I have no idea how I came back home." He said the more serious problem is some nerves in his cheekbone and the teeth did not recover.
Later he found out through the CCTV that was recently installed nearby his house. In the CCTV, he was carrying his bicycle to home at 5am. He said "My mentality forced me to move and go home even if I can't still remember."
Even before perfectly recovering himself from the terrible accident, he had gone through another one in September. Again, he was his way back home from Norangin. It wasn't that late. After the racketeering accident, he mentioned that he tried not to hang out late as the night. As he passed the crosswalk to take a taxi, several young people came up to him. "And I fainted. When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the ground. Everything was gone except for my cell phone."
"If I were in your situation, I would be mentally so shocked that I'd stop schooling and take a rest." I said anxiously. "How were you able to put up with all of the horrible situations back then?" I asked. "I didn't. Or I couldn't. What was scariest was that I began to think like 'This accident happened to me, because it is me. I myself is the bad luck.'" He spoke with aplomb as if he was referring to someone else's story. I did not know at all he was having that much serious accident or that much pain. To comfort him, I said "just forget about it. It could have been a lot worse".