Yesterday I drove to work accompanied by the local Talk radio station. When they mentioned a 73 year old man who had been missing since the previous morning, I paid close attention to the description ... medium height, greying hair, walking with a noticeable limp, dragging one foot, using a child's stroller as a mobility aid. But in a city of 2.5 million, what are the odds?
Not two minutes later I spotted him walking slowly with the stroller looking bewildered and miserable in the rain. I pulled off the road as soon as I could, turned a corner to find a parking spot and phoned 911 to make my report. And learned just minutes later that, in fact, the police confirmed his identity. I can't even begin to imagine how terrible the last 24 hours had been for his loved ones and felt my own exhilaration just imagining the relief they must have felt.
A couple of weeks ago I finished reading "To Say Nothing of the Dog" by Connie Willis, a book which discusses theories of history, as well as free will vs determinism. And it struck me that yesterday I was the specific person in the specific circumstance meant to play an important role in a significant event. Yesterday was not my average day at all.
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Talk about being in the right place at the right time !
It certainly was not an average day!
Wow...that's amazing! So glad you were there for him.
Wow - I always say - everything happens for a reason!
What a treasure to keep in your box of warm thoughts. So glad you were there for him. Hope he suffered no ill effects from his venture.
I'm sure is family is calling you a great blessing to their family.
Wow. I truly believe things happen for a reason. Thanks for sharing this wonderful event in your life.
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