A day late

Yesterday was my birthday. "Gee, I read JOP everyday, how could I, like, miss it?" you're asking yourself. I always like to see who else was born on my birthday. Not birth date, mind you, but March 30, 1984. 

A whole bunch of tennis players were born that day. Is it then more than a coincidence that I, also, enjoy tennis? Most sites seem to find Anna Nalick the most famous person born that day. I don't know her, but you might. The U.S. ended participation in a multinational Lebanon peace force. That was bad(?) 

Pretty boring stuff. But you have to notice the things that DID NOT occur on March 30, 1984:

The simultaneous death of your parents, siblings, other kin, and all your friends of the past, present, and future;

The murders of the president, the Queen of England, the U.N. Secretary-General, the Dalai Lama, or the Pope;

Nuclear war between America and the U.S.S.R., or anyone for that matter;

The beginnings of a global epidemic;

The use of a new, devastating weapon;

The breakdown of democracy;

A collision between the Earth and a huge meteor;

An instantaneous global depression;

The eruption of a Krakatoa-like volcano, covering the Earth with ash and destroying most plant life;

A total collapse of worldwide law and order, and society in general;

The end of life as we know it.

Some parties close to me often hint at these non-events as possible outcomes stemming from an event occurring on March 30, 1984. They declare that day The Worst Day Ever, as if things turned irreversibly worse that day. The evidence speaks to the contrary.