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Post by Cranky on Aug 23, 2024 23:14:54 GMT -5
Through my life I've been amazed how life puts us next to our past.
My wife lived ONE block away when we were children. We probably passed each other's home hundreds of times but we were too young to go outside and play. Being different nationalities and recent immigrants, our families never met. We both moved out of the neighborhood before 5. We met in university 18 years later.
A few years back i was in the hospital for something minor. A few chairs over i heard someone speak English with a Greek accent so I started a conversation with him. He asks me where I was born, same town. I ask him his age. Same age. I ask him which part of town did he live when he was young. Same neighborhood. In fact, we were friends at 13. There was about a minute silence in disbelief. Different continent, 7000 km apart, over half a century later...and we meet again.
Latest one...but not nowhere near the above...I met with an architect this week, I found out that she knows my ex boss who lives next door to her. In a city of several million people, what are the odds?
Sooo...so much for my tiny world.
Care to share some of your "it's a small world" tales?
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Post by seventeen on Aug 24, 2024 16:57:45 GMT -5
This isn't a small world category, but speaking of wives, I met mine at a small university in Nelson, BC, the home of Danny Gare, but I digress. It no longer exists, btw. It survived by attracting foreign students who could pay much larger tuition fees. One student was some princess from Iran and another guy (trying to remember his name), ended up high in politics in Iran just after the Khomenei coup, but he didn't survive the turmoil. Once again, I digress.
One of my friends was from Kamloops and there were a number of kids from there at the Uni. My wife befriended some of the girls from Kamloops as they were in the same classes. So this group of 5 or so, including my eventual wife are in the student Union building one evening at a table with one empty chair. I walk in and notice my friend and he sees me. At the very same moment, this very nerdy (carrying a briefcase, coke bottle glasses, seriously) guy who inserted himself everywhere was approaching their table. My friend frantically called me over to occupy the one empty chair and I can't just get up and leave after that. The rest is history (a happy one).
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