A few years ago, I was near the lake when suddenly I felt teeth clamping down on my calf. When I looked down, there was a crocodile attacking me! I fought back and managed to get away from it by kicking at its head. After that, I got out of the water quickly and luckily nothing bad happened to me.
It was dangerous! There’s no question about it. But I survived, and so did the crocodile. In fact, he got away without any injuries; just a few teeth marks in my leg (which healed pretty quickly). Perhaps you think that I was lucky to escape with my life? Or perhaps you feel sorry for me because of what happened?
I was walking clueless near the lake. Now I’m here to tell you that there’s no need to be sad or sorry for me. You see, this isn’t the first time in my life that I’ve been bitten by a crocodile and survived. It happened before (and several times after) while I was living near a lake as a boy.
When you are born, you don’t know anything about danger. But if you live in a place where there are dangerous animals, then one day you will be attacked by them. If it happens to you when you’re an adult, you feel sorry for yourself and ask why this attack happened to you? Wasn’t it unfair that the crocodiles came after me and not someone else?
But what did I do wrong? Maybe I got too close to the water and that’s why they attacked me? Or perhaps I was in their territory and didn’t know it, so they thought of me as a threat and fought back against me? After all, maybe they only attack humans when we get too close or invade their territory?
Maybe. But it’s more likely that I was simply unlucky. It could be that these crocodiles were going in and out of the water at just the right time to see me when I was swimming there, and they decided to attack me for no reason other than bad luck on their part!
Or perhaps this crocodile was starving? Maybe he was too weak to catch any other prey and so decided to take a bite out of me? If that’s the case, then it wasn’t my fault. It really was just bad luck. But I’m still alive and so is the crocodile!
But what if this crocodile had been attacking people for weeks or months before he attacked me? Maybe the crocodile was always hungry and would take a bite out of anyone who got too close to its territory. In that case, the crocodile might have been thinking, “Humans are my food! I should just attack them whenever I can.”
My first attack by a crocodile may have just been bad luck, but it’s possible that the crocodile thought of me as food from the very beginning.
In any case, my main point is this: Being attacked by dangerous animals can’t rightly be called “bad luck” if the animal had been hungry for humans before they attacked you.
You should know your place and read the regulations of the places you live or visit in order to dodge these kind of things.
Oh, and if you’re wondering – yes, I’ve read the regulations about crocodiles in that area.
I am not a hero. I don’t think that it’s particularly brave to get attacked by dangerous animals. It was just bad luck for me.
But you know what? Having survived from such an attack, I feel like my life is so much better now than if I had been one of those people who died in their first encounter with a dangerous animal.