Do you ever get the feeling that someone's watching out for you? I certainly feel that way and it was reinforced in my mind yesterday.

I had a callback for the role of a reviewer/host in a pilot of a movie review show. It was mostly an "off the cuff" audition and I was teamed at the last minute with a nice guy named Shawn. The callback went well and I think we had a good-natured yet somewhat contentious repartee -- ideal for a review type show. I mean, part of the fun of watching Siskel & Ebert was when they would argue. It makes for good TV.

So after the callback, Shawn and I proceeded down the elevator and stood at the top of the building's outside stairs. I had my binder/folder with me (that I carry my headshots in) and was holding it and leaning it on the stairs' railing. We had a good conversation about acting and movies and the like.

What I didn't know was that, about ten floors directly above me, a window burst -- sending a wall of thick glass falling downward. So as Shawn and I were talking, this mess of thick mirrored glass came crashing down next to me.

None of it hit me personally but a little hit my folder and just missed my hand, literally by an inch. So close that I had a couple little glass slivers I had to remove from my hand. Shawn was standing a bit further back so it didn't come as close to him. It obviously shocked the heck out of us both. The security guards and concierge immediately came out, checked if we were okay, sectioned off the area and tried to figure out what happened. I never did find out what caused the window to break.

Talk about a random event. It reminds me of the deaths where someone dies just because of some random event that you don't see coming -- an aneurysm like my Dad had, a car accident on the way home from work, the 9/11 tragedies, etc. They're just going along with their everyday life and then they're gone. No warning, just gone.

Really strange to think that, had I been a foot closer to the street, you could have included me in that list. Even an inch or two closer, I wouldn't be typing this now since my right hand would've been seriously messed up.

And yet, because it was such a random event, it feels very surreal. Is there something that I could do to be safer? Not really. Always stand a foot more to the left? Maybe some obscure thing that I do, like leaning on my right foot, has saved my life in that past. Who can tell? I do know that I've got somebody watching out for me and I'm very thankful they are. That's not gonna change for sure! SISKEL & EBERT AUDITION ACTING ACTOR AGENT CLIENT HOLLYWOOD LOS ANGELES CALLBACK ON AVAIL COMMERCIAL PILOT MOVIE REVIEW TV TELEVISION SHOW

Whew! Glad you're okay. That's scary and strange at the same time. I had a similar type experience while chaining up on a mountain road when a car came spinning by out of control and missed my legs by about three inches (which would have hit me if I'd still been bent over putting the chains on). You don't even have time to be scared.