A young man and a girl met on a blind date in New York City and really hit it off. They exchanged phone numbers and promised to meet again. But they both were very busy at work and they never did get around to making that call. Three years later, the young man was in Los Angeles and his friends fixed him up with another blind date and … you guessed it ….. it was HER again. Now the chances of something like this happening are so remote that you would think that Fate must have brought them together for a purpose. Surely they were soul mates destined to marry ?
I’m sure something like this has happened to you or someone of your acqaintance. I know it has happened to me.
When I was in high school, at Don Bosco High in Bombay, our Head Prefect was an Irish priest named MacFerran; FatherMac we used to call him. We boys used to look up to Father Mac ; hehad a wonderful personalityand was a strict disciplinarian, but fair. He loved sports and because I was something of a sportsman, he knew me by name. After graduating from school, I lost track of Father Mac. I went on to engineering school and , four years later, I was coming home for summer vacation when my train made an unscheduled stop at some little station some three hundred or so miles from Bombay. The train going in the opposite direction was similarly stopped beside the adjacent platform . I looked across the tracks and in the window directly opposite was Father Mac !! He recognised me too and we exchanged a few pleasantries before the trains started up again.
Now just think of the odds of something like this happening. We were traveling on two different trains that just happened to make an unscheduled stop.At the same station.At the same time. We could have been anywhere on those trains but we were in such a position that our windows were exactly opposite each other. In the vastness of India we somehow managed to bump into each other. Must have been Fate .. right? There must have been a purpose to this chance meeting, correct ?
Well, sorry to disabuse you, but that meeting was sheer coincidence. Father Mac passed on to his just reward many, many years ago and that was the last time I saw him.How do I explain this incident? Think of it this way. Father Mac taught many thousands of students in his long career. These students and Father Mac were in constant motion day after day, year after year. By chance he and one of those students( myself) happened to be at the same place at the same time. Of millions, perhaps billions of such chances, this actually happened. I doubt that it happened with any other of his students. It’s like atoms buzzing about and occasionally colliding.
Oh, about that couple I started to tell you about. Their meeting too was pure chance. They didn’t fall in love and get married and live happily after. They chatted with each other , said what a coincidence it was to meet again, had dinner together and went their separate ways never to meet again.Bummer .