A few weeks ago I shared a personal problem with my advisory board: the loose grouping of friends and colleagues whose opinions I trust and sometimes even listen to. Their words were wise but I was still undecided, and so I decided to see an intuitive who lived on the outskirts of town.
What’s the difference between a coincidence and a sign of some other force at work? To me, they are distinct phenomena, however muddled their boundaries may be. I think of coincidences as generally happy happenstance: You hum a song and moments later, it’s on the radio.
So here we are, Hubby Joe and I merrily driving along Pennsylvania Rt. 322, going at a pleasant 60 mph when — gimme a break! — an RV darts in front of us at a blazing 15 mph. We curse, brake. “Well that was dumb,” I say, though not about the driver.