Mysterious Ways

George: My sister keeps saying that what happened was a wake up call. I'm just waiting for God to tell me what happens next, you know? Declan: Yep, I do know. I know exactly what you mean. Few years back I was out skiing by myself when I got trapped in an avalanche. George: Wow. Declan: I was under the snow, running out of oxygen, when all of a sudden a shovel hit me in the head. It was my own personal wake up call. George: That is so weird, I mean the same kind of thing happening to both of us. Declan: So I know exactly how you feel. You're wondering what you're gonna do next right? George: Yeah, yeah. How do you know? Declan: You gotta find your fuel George, you gotta find your passion. Before my accident I didn't have much direction in my life. I drank too much, I was angry at the world, I slept too much, I had a job but I didn't get anything out of it. George: You quit? Declan: No no, I didn't quit, same job I have now. I found my fuel. I found what it is that gets me out of the bed in the morning. I found my passion. George: What was it? Declan: Amazing coincidences, miraculous phenomena.

Declan: OK, he bounced off the building and that slowed him down a little, right? Miranda: A little. Declan: Then he bounced off the tree, that slowed him down even more, right? Miranda: A little. Declan: How much is a little? Miranda: Less than a lot. Declan: How much less than a lot? Miranda: A little. (Declan sighs in despair and walks away)