Chance encounters? Is it chance? or is synchonicity a better term? I rather think that 'chance' encounters were meant to be, synchronicity, and are not just 'chance'. I have had a few of these – and they usually occur in different parts of the world than where I think they should. For example, when I was in high school, my high school band went to Europe. One day in Dublin, Ireland, some friends and I were walking along Mary's Street, browsing through antique stores. In several of the shops, I kept looking at a particular man, and he at me. We both seemed to recognized each other, but this was my first trip to Ireland, so who could this man be? And, no one else I was with seemed to recognize him. He probably just looked like someone I knew. Maybe he thought I was flirting... who knows? So about a month later, I was back at my summer job working at the Dairy Queen on the University of Oregon campus. That man walked in! We both looked at each other and laughed! Weren't you just in Dublin? we asked at the same time.
Then, two or three years ago, I was in the Denver airport, walking down the B concourse between flights, returning to Portland, Oregon from a class in Albuquerque. And I saw this woman – 6'4” tall. It couldn't be! It had to be. How many women are 6'4" tall? But wait, where am I? I looked around. I had this brief, sudden panic of not knowing which country I was in, let alone which city or which airport. This is one of my friends from China, Ann... very distinguishable – who wouldn't be at 6'4”? I thought I must be in China at Beijing International Airport – or somewhere, but Denver was all wrong. My friend, Ann, and I had seen each other in China only six months previously. So I walked up to Ann, and said, Are we still in China? We laughed, had a good 15 minute catch up before we had to go to our respective planes, traveling to different cities, both in the Pacific Northwest.
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