I'm currently on a bus, sitting behind a guy. For a few seconds that I subconsciously looked at the reflection of the of phone screen of the person sitting in front of me, I saw a scene of tumah. I tried to push it away - unsuccessfully - so HaShem directed me to the GYE email. I read Bardichev's post and I realized I'M NOT THERE ANYMORE. I'm better than that. I moved houses! So when the Yetzer Hara comes knocking, I can tell him, "who, me??" Nah. You got the wrong address.
Thank you very much!