Coincidence...or Not? Articles / United States Date: Apr 11, 2008 - 03:28 PM |
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In the post immediately below this one, I briefly mention coincidence and the part it recently played in my life. Occurring at a time when I was under tremendous pressure, I could have quite easily mistaken how these seemingly random events blended together in a tapestry of comfort, guiding me gently through a period of anxiety that almost seemed unbearable. Only, I thankfully recognized that these "coincidences" introduced peace, tranquility and calmness because I stopped to listen, think about what they meant, how they influenced my life. I'll relay a few of these "random events" and let you deide what you think of them. It was, if I recall correctly, a Wednesday in February. You know, one of those days that makes one put a certain quickness in their step, trying to stay ahead of a bitter winter wind. I had left my office where in addition to a myriad of other duties pressed down upon me, a very specific time-sensitive project I needed to accomplish loomed ever larger over me, the consumate straw that was going to break the camel's back if you will. And, the camel was me. I rarely left my office because I preferred to eat lunch at my desk. I usually had the common sense to use my lunch hour to surf the 'Net, read some light news stories or otherwise divorce myself from the requirements of my job. But for some reason, I had recently started to work through my lunch period, vainly hoping that this additional effort at getting more work done would somehow ease the pressure in my life. On the Wednesday in question, I left the safety of my office with trepidatio that I was "wasting time." But, since I desperately needed a haircut, I had to take the time to tidy up a bit. Driving to a small unisex place I'd discovered near my job, I went in, gave my name to the receptionist and waited to be called for my turn in one of the chairs. I happened to notice that a couple of other folks came in after me, but really didn't pay too much attention to their presence. After about five minutes or so, I remember leaning forward in my chair and resting my elbows on my knees, head in my hands. Thinking about the work that was piling up on my desk as I sat here wasting my time, I slowly shook my head from side to side in the unmistakable universal sign of an individual who was in deep, deep trouble. Softly, ever so softly, I felt a tapping on my shoulder. Taking my head out of my hands, I saw that a woman who had come into the shop after me and was also waiting for a haircut was smiling at me. When my eyes met hers, she said to me, "Here, take this. You might want to read it." Looking at her hand, I saw she was offering me a track, one of those small handouts that you (To be continued...) |
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