I was walking in town when I saw this card among so many in display inside a revolving rack that was standing at the front door of a gift shop. I was immediately drawn to it because it reminds me of Hemingway’s six word story:

“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”

Sometimes life is full of luck, like getting dealt a good hand, or simply by being in the right place at the right time…


2 thoughts on “Coincidence”

  1. Sometimes I think I shouldn’t believe in luck, but I do. Which means good luck and bad. Explains why I trip so much. Explains why I find things I lose (that and requests of Saint Anthony). And luck must work in much bigger things, I guess. Thanks for the thoughts, teasing other thoughts (as Keats might say).


    1. I’m fifty-fifty in these sort of things. I am always open for possibilities. There are things we/science can’t explain. So, there must be something else out there.


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