As mystery writers, we are told not to rely on coincidences as clues or possible solutions.
I’m not sure what they are, but consider the following. My wife was born in St. Johnsbury, Vermont and I entered the world in Indianapolis, Indiana. How did we meet?
If it weren’t for WW II, the company her dad worked for and the Manhattan Project, we may have been two ships that passed in the night without meeting one another. I attended five different grade schools in three states. We attended the same grade school at one time but did not know one another. While in high school, I carried the afternoon newspaper and picked up my papers for delivery at a vacant lot across the street from her home. We didn’t know one another at the time.
These are some of the circumstances that affected our lives until we finally met at a workplace while I was in college. These are only a few of the ways our paths crossed, yet did not cross, but the full list is too long to go into here.
Circumstance, destiny, karma, aura or coincidence? Beats the heck out of me. Try it. Sit down and list all the “steps” you and your significant other passed through to end up where you are today.
Never slap a man who’s chewing tobacco. (Will Rogers)