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Isisbridge club has replied to SkipperActually, it's not as unusual as you think, as most people seem to have had one of these amazing chance encounters. My parents first met when they were evacuated to a country village during the war. They never went back to that village until 25 years later, when we were touring on holiday and they had a spur-of-the-moment idea to go there.
We parked the car at the top of the village and walked down to the centre. Of course they were talking about the people they had known in the past, and my mother pointed to a couple walking in front of us, "Doesn't that remind you of Arthur Miller?" So she quickened her pace to overtake them, and sure enough, it was the Millers. They now lived two hundred miles away, and like us had spontaneously decided to revisit the village whilst on holiday. They had arrived a minute before us, and we had parked our car right next to theirs.
Skipper has replied to Isisbridge clubThis could not have been a mere coincidence... the odds are too little... I think there is a kind of bond which links people and makes things like that happens.
I can tell you another example, always in London, the same summer or the next one. While sailing in Sardinia our boat stopped in the marina of a V.I.P. tourist town (Porto Cervo). I was just a young crew of a rich man yacht. We went to dine in a restaurant. A very expensive one I could never have afforded - but the boss was paying... I made acquaintance with a lovely American girl sit in the table next to ours. I told her I was going to London later that summer and she promptly told me: "Oh! I live in London, come and visit me when you are there". And she gave me her address. I realized that she thought I was the owner of the yacht or something...
When I was in London I had lost her address and anyway being shy I would have never gone to disturb her... but one day I was passing through Piccadilly Circus (another very crowded place) and I was stopped by a girl... it was her!!! Another coincidence? Impossible!
She asked me: why didn't you come and visit me? So I told her I had lost her address... she invited me for dinner at her home for the next day... Oh my! It turned out the she was the daughter of an American millionaire, the owner of oil wells,. You can imagine they were rolling in it...
What followed could be the plot of a soap opera...
Isisbridge club has replied to SkipperIt does seem sometimes that things are 'meant to happen' and that people are drawn towards each other, though of course we do not know how many times we missed a close encounter like that. There might have been other times that you nearly passed an acquaintance in London but just happened to be two seconds later or looking the other way.
Scientists will say that if you work out the number of people each person knows and then plot a graph of the routes they travel in their life, by the law of averages their paths are bound to cross at some point. But I prefer the more romantic view.
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