Today I am going to tell you about the 1% case.
A very rare situation which happens probably once or twice in life. At least for people like myself, who live a “normal” life.
A life where you do take risks but no so often and only incase of necessity.
Let me explain it better.
Ithink it is an illusion that you can eliminate risks in life. Even if you are a very wealthy person, you always run risks. You can diminuish them. But you can't eliminate them.
They are part of life and in fact I do like to take some of them.
But of course I do not like to take unecessary risks.
In that case we are not talking about regular risks but life-threatening risks. I other words risks that might leave you dead.
To be fair I have to tell you something. I was close to die several times in my life. I am not going to list you those cases. The point I am trying to make is that whenever in the past I was about to die it was for accidents or for unforeseen circustances.
I had no time to think about my death because the accident was sudden and unpredictable.
But the case I am going to tell you is different.
In this case I knew I was going to die. I was perfectly aware of that. And I could do nothing, absolutely nothing about that.
I am not going to explain in details the circumstances that caused the situation, also because there will be investigations about that.
What I want to explain is the 1% case. The case so rare that you belueve it will never happen to you. And in fact until the age of 50s I never experienced it. But now I did. And I can tell you it is the absolutely horror case.
I was closed in a car kidnapped by “ninja”people, 6 men dressed in black with the face covered completely. I could only see their eyes.
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
They exchanged me for somebody else, a big drug dealer who had to pay them a lot of money. He had not done it. He had to pay with his life for that.
He had the same name as I did. He lived in the same building where I was. He had my nationality. He even had about my age.
All conspired against me.
To make things worse I got to the building where I was supposed to spend a week and where he used to live at 4 am in the morning.
Who could in fact do that if not him, the big drug dealer? Only he could come in the middle of the night all at sudden in the city he had been living and where he had been hiding after disappearing because of the police and the other drug dealers who were after him.
There was no way out: I was him.
Of course I was not. In fact he was fat, while I am slim. He had long hair while I have short hair. He had a tired and bad look, while I have a happy look.
But that did not matter.
To be sure the man who kidnapped me with the other 5 guys asked me: Are you M..?
As I heard my name I said : Yes I am.
And he said: You are arrested. Come in the car now. And pointed a gun right at my face.
Of course they were false policemen. I understood that because the car had no sign of the police.
Neither they had. They were dressed like “ninja”man, all in black with a hat covering their faces.
When I got in the car the man kept asking me about the drug dealer I was supposed to be. I denied I was that man. I was never in the place the “ninja' man was talking me about.
But something happened. The car started going in some very dark streets. There were no signs or people anywhere.
Nobody knew I was there. I was in the middle of nowhere.
And all at the sudden I understood.
I was condemned to death.
I was going to be killed. There was no way out. I suddenly felt in the black hole where there is no way out.
I did not matter if I was the drug deal or not. At that point the decision was already taken.
I did not panick. I perfectly understood my situation. I kept arguing that I was innocent. I was not the man they were talking about.
But I knew that they did not believe it.
I looked at the black street. I could not see anything or anybody. I thought about my sons and my wife.
I would have never seen them again.
I felt terribly sorry for them.
I am a very self controlled man. I was sad.
I was in the 1% case, the horror of life.
I had already seen hndreds of movie scenes like the one I was in.
But I can tell you. None of those movie scene is minimally comparable to what you live in life.
I was in the absolute loliness. Me and death. No one else.
I was not afraid. I thought what some people told me while I was in China: “What it must be, it must be”.
Well if deus Decided that way that was it. I could do nothing.
All at sudden I said: “Look at my passport, at my documents. They show I am not the man you are looking for”. The ninja man took my passport. He read it and checked with his collegues. And said: “He is not the one, he is not the one”.
But of course that was not enough. In kidnappings like the one I was experiencing here in Brazil the man is killed even if he is innocent. Just one shoot and that is it. Nobody will know. He is thrown away in some wild and hidden places. His body will be never found.
That will be it.
But God decided differently for me.
The ninja man decided to free me. I thanked him for that and shook his hand.
He left in a place where I could take a taxi home.
The nightmare was over.
But I changed. I am not the same person any more.
I appreciate live more. And I got to know myself much more.
I know I was lucky. Very lucky.
99% of the case when you get in the 1% case you are dead.
I was the very rare case of the 1% case who survives the 1% case of life threatening situation.
I know it looks complicated. To make it simple nearly nobody who experiences this very rare case survives.
I did. With the help of God. And I thank him for that.
