The incredible things that happen in life outdo anything that your
imagination, or mine anyway, could come up with (almost ending this
sentence with a preposition, which we know
we cannot do).
Enough of that -- back to the blog that wrote itself. I think
it is about the long arm of coincidence, or the odds of certain
improbable
things happening.
The coincidence is that my wife, who rarely travels due to her
current medical condition, and my daughter, who lives far from
here, both ended up at
Niagara Falls
on the same day, each completely unaware of the other,
perhaps even watching the falls at the same time.
My daughter and her husband were attending a wedding, and those
details seem to defy chance. Her husband is a teacher, and a
brilliant student of his, from Inner Mongolia, was marrying
a girl from Nova Scotia. The wedding was set for that classical
honeymoon spot, and his parents, academics themselves, flew in
from China to witness their only son's nuptials. The wedding
went well, and all stayed over for a few days. My daughter
phoned to ask about her mother, but I had
no new news, as I was just about to leave to see Margie on my
daily visit to the nursing home where she has been for over
a month. When I arrived, to my great surprise Margie had
left, part of a busload gone on a sightseeing trip, complete
with wheelchairs.
Of course, the trip was to Niagara Falls, and so my wife and
daughter were there at the same time, but certainly not together.
My wife gets back at eight o'clock, it is now six, and this episode
ranks with the one where I met my wife in the first place, when
I was in an unfamiliar town in Nova Scotia, buying milk for
a travelling lunch. (Perhaps more about that later.)
I suppose my question really is: Do such impossible odds happen
to all of us?
