Have you ever wondered if "things" - but which I mean "events" - happen for a reason? On Monday I called an ambulance for an old lady that was knocked down in the road about 10 feet from where I was standing. It was very upsetting but it was to later make me rethink how we might re-edit MindFlesh.
The Accident
I didn't see the accident because I was standing behind a bush but I heard it and I was first on the scene - the woman was in the road with her husband (presumably) cradling her head, which was bleeding a little. Her body was shaking and her eyes were rolling in and out of her head. Alarmingly, although 999 answered immediately when they connected me to ambulance I was held in a queue! I reckon I had to wait about 20 seconds. In that situation it feels like an eternity. On a more positive note though, once connected the ambulance arrived pretty quickly.
So here's the thing: I shouldn't have been there...at least not at that moment. In fact it was series of seemingly unrelated, out-of-the-usual coincidences that conspired for me to be there: my Oyster card was empty so I had to refill at the local post office (I usually top up at the Tube station); I'd been speaking on my mobile (I usually do this journey listen to podcasts); it was an uncommon time for me to be passing because I'd been editing all day and we usually either finish late evening or early afternoon. Once the police had the accident in hand I walked away and pieced together the steps that lead me to that moment and suddenly the tiny, micro-events of the day were given new meaning.
The Tourist
It's not the first time this has happened to me. Several years ago I raced in the car from Stanstead to Heathrow to catch an interconnecting flight (not something I'd ever consider as "normal" nor anything I'd recommend!). I missed the flight by minutes and I was well hacked off :( With several hours to kill before the next flight I decided to re-park the car and, leaving the airport, discovered a Italian teenage girl struggling with the biggest suitcase I'd ever seen. In broken English she ask me where the bus terminus was.
Anyway, to cut I long story short, I lead her to the terminus, made sure she bought the right ticket and then left her waiting at the right stop. Without someone's help there's no way she would have made it to the hotel in Devon - I couldn't even understand the name of the town she wanted to go to until she showed it to me in writing. I remember leaving that incident thinking she must have a guardian angel that made me miss my flight, made me park in a crap spot etc etc. I was in the wrong place at the right time.
The Film
Oh yeah, MindFlesh. Thinking about Monday's accident gave me a pretty radical editing idea. I don't know yet if it's going to work but I'm certainly going to try it.... stay tuned :)