The telephone goes; it's that mate that's been on your mind all day. For some reason you take the second left, not the first and you find a stranger needing help. You feel like giving up and moving on and a reminder stares you in the face to hang in there, keep going and not give up.
Telepathy? Good fortune? A Lucky day? or just Coincidence? In his book 'Wishful Thinking', the writer Frederick Beuchner writes of the word, 'coincidence':
"I believe that people laugh at coincidence as a way of relegating it to the realm
of the absurd and of therefore not having to take seriously the possibility
that there is a lot more going on in our lives than we either know or care
to know. Who can say what is going on, but I suspect that a part of it
is that every once and so often we hear a whisper from the wings that goes
something like this: You've turned up in the right place at the right time.
You're doing fine. Don't ever thing that you've been forgotten."