When I was pulling in, I was weary from driving for two days. I saw this huge hulk of a man eating an ice cream cone. I said to myself, "he looks a lot like a former student of mine Brian Carothers." But I was tired and just caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye and, not thinking clearly, I just thought they grew them big down there in Bland. Didn't think twice. Just my imagination playing a game with me. I didn't stare - that would be rude. Plus, I really had to use the men's room. And, not knowing anyone in Bland Virginia, not knowing ANYONE who would stop at the DQ in Bland Virginia,
I just wrote it off. I've made that trip dozens of times from either Charleston SC or Charlotte NC. I have never stopped at Bland. I have stopped at Wytheville (pronounced according to locals WITHVUL). Never thought that the tall man eating an ice cream cone was an award winning realtor and all around nice guy I loved to teach. I stepped out of the DQ and there, sitting in the car in front of me, is THE Brian Carothers with family in tow. We chatted, small talk - I think both being tired trying to get home, but both really not believing we would bump into one another in Bland Virginia. What can and do you say in that situation? Not much. Because half of your mind is not thinking it is real. But I think it just was a dream. Didn't sink in til I saw his car drive off into the cloudy dusk. Dang. I really like synchronicity. It never fails me.
Similar events have happened to me time and time again. Running into people I had just been thinking about. Events that sort of just fall into space. Losing a job and getting another one immediately after. One door closing, another door opening.
Some may call this "divine intervention, deja vu, figment of one's imagination, accidental" or something else. My feeling about synchronicity is that we, as a human race, are all tied together by some fourth dimension - imagine all of us being tethered together by invisible strings that ultimately pull us toward each other. I do not believe that things happen by accident. I believe that all things are meant to happen, and that the time that they happen is just a fulfillment of the inevitable.
Take the above story regarding my student, Brian Carothers. Prior to me running into Brian, I had a discussion with him at the local coffee shop. He and I were discussing ways that we might be able to work together on some creative endeavor in the future. Brian is a good person with some great ideas. But to run into him, after just speaking with him, in Bland, Virginia is just too powerful of an event to ignore.
Again, whatever you call it. It is there. IT being a force that brings us together - sometimes IT leaves us scratching our heads wondering why. Sometimes IT seems to be beating us up. But the reality is that IT always seems to make things work out.
I have been writing for a long time about my life, and some of my travails (which are small compared to most, I admit) get me down. Just as I seem to want to just stop for a minute and not write anymore - escape from that part of the world - something happens. A note from my daughter publicly on Facebook thanking me for being a great influence on her. A smothering of well wishers on my birthday from friends and tons of former students.
Today, a note from a former student, John Biedrzycki, showing me the following (you can read the last sentence and see why I am so humbled). The "irony" that exists here is that I was leafing through my resume and teaching portfolio from years past and and it was John's father who presented me with an certificate from the Veterans of Foreign Wars recognizing my commitment to teaching Americanism and Patriotism to my students. This was just a few days ago. IT does indeed connect.
I never expected nor did I ask for this to come my way. It just does. And believe me, it happens for a reason. I could write hundreds of examples of synchronicity and how it has played upon my life. And you know, when people who know and understand put their arm around you (whether it be physical or through some other medium) and tell you "it's going to all work out." IT is true. You can take that to the bank! It may not always work out to your liking, but it all works out. Call it what you want. But IT is there.