The Hallway I Cannot Model

I'm a mechanical engineer, I build models for a living, and I want to say upfront that I've tried to model what happened to me in that hospital hallway and I cannot make it work. There's no input that produces that output. That alone is unusual enough that I wanted to write it down somewhere. My father had a massive stroke last March. First 72 hours would determine if he survived at all, and what counted as survival wasn't being described to us optimistically. I flew in to be with my mother and did the thing engineers do when we're helpless, which is build a mental model of the situation like modeling it could control the outcome. It can't. I know that. Built it anyway because the alternative was sitting there with nothing to do with my hands. Second night, around 4am, I walked down to a vending machine in an empty hallway. For about ninety seconds, standing there waiting on coffee, I had this total certainty with zero data behind it that my father would survive, that it had somehow already been decided and I just hadn't gotten the information yet. He did survive. Recovery his neurologist called atypically complete. I'm aware this could be coincidence, that I'm one data point, that I wouldn't be writing this at all if things had gone differently. I've run the counterarguments against my own account more than once. None of them explain the hallway. I'm just reporting what happened.