A few days ago, something so strange, and so unlikely happened to me that I needed to share it with you all. I am no expert on statistics, but what happened to me was extremely improbable. And even if I were to call it “a God thing,” which I am quite careful about doing since I don’t like to claim to know what God is up to, it was so incredibly insignificant, that I can’t imagine what God might have had in mind besides playing a practical joke on me, and I’m sure He has better things to do right now.
This past week, my family took a road trip that started in Buffalo, New York and took us through Dothan, Alabama, where we stayed for a week. On a particular day that week, I brought my daughter to a huge playground in town where, among all of the parents there, I met and chatted with a Dothan local, a mother of another little girl playing on the playground.
At the end of the week, we packed up and headed for Tallahassee, Florida, 1.5 hours away, where we’d spend the weekend with my husband’s brother, Dave, and his family. Dave owns a pizza place in in town, so we ate at his restaurant for most of the weekend, but since the restaurant is closed on Sundays, we planned to go out to eat somewhere else for dinner that night. We couldn’t agree on a place, so we put several restaurant names into a baseball cap. The options ranged from a fast food burger place to an upscale grille. The adults won, so my 5-year-old nephew would have to suffer a perfectly cooked bison burger, while dreaming about his Hardee’s kids meal.
When we got to the restaurant, they did not have any outside seating for a family of our size, but after some persuasion, the restaurant agreed to put a couple of tables together so that we could sit outside on the patio, leaving room for only a few other families. Halfway into our meal another party came onto the patio to be seated, and I heard behind me: “Hey, I met you in Dothan.” I looked up to see the same woman I had spoken with at the playground, in Dothan, there with her daughter. She was also visiting family in Tallahassee.
On a completely unrelated note, when we got back to my brother-in-law’s house that night, there was a bird IN THE HOUSE, and we had to chase it out! Strange night.
Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.