Here is another post I wrote in September 2007. I know it’s just about coincidences, but when you get this many, I think it makes it fun to hear. So hope you enjoy it!
Coincidence . . .
. . . is just one of life’s little gifts. It has no real purpose, except as fodder for conversation at family gatherings, cocktail parties – and on blogs!
Here is a little story about a group of coincidences that came together to make for a “what are the odds?” experience.
On my birthday I took doughnuts to the office, as customary, and then went around the office inviting my co-workers to have a birthday doughnut.
When I got to Don’s office, he said, “Oh, really. Well, today is MY birthday too!” We were exactly the same age. (So, where were his doughnuts?)
Our interest piqued by this coincidence, we continued to chat, and found out that, lo and behold, we had both been married on the exact same day, same year too.
As we chatted, he asked me where I was born. When I said, “Springfield,” his mouth dropped open before I could even say the state. We had both been born in Springfield — but Springfield’s in different states.
That evening I called Mama because I knew she would enjoy this story, and she reminded me of something I had forgotten. When my name was picked (back in the “old days” when you didn’t know the sex of the baby beforehand, you picked a boy’s and girl’s name), the boy’s name that was chosen was Donald. So, if I had been a boy, I would have been a Don too.
Next time I saw Don, I told him this one more coincidence, but I couldn’t resist embellishing on it just a wee bit, for humor’s sake. I told him that Mama said she just couldn’t keep us both, so decided to only keep the cuteone. Of course, she didn’t say that, but it did give us one last laugh in our series of coincidences.
He now calls me “Sis.”