Comma Garden by Tony Hough

I have questions about things that happen in life.   For example, today while driving to work just over the train tracks overpass there were two policemen on motorcycles waiting.  Lucky for me the light was red so I had to stop.   How many times have I sped through this intersection and not gotten a ticket?  Someone or something is watching over me.  This was a warning.   See those cops? You might not be so lucky next time.

The other day I was busy texting at a red-light.  (I know, shame on you!)  The left turn lane started to go so I let my foot off the brake and rolled into the truck in front of me.  Lucky again no damage to my car or his.  The man was very nice.  He didn’t speak much English but he showed me his insurance and I showed him mine.   It turned out we had the same agent.  We agreed there was nothing to turn into for repairs.   He was a nice man.   At the time of the collision I threw my phone on the passenger side floor board and was so pissed at myself I think I even gave an audible scream.   Again this was a wake up call.  No texting.  Next time you might not be so lucky.

So far these are all just traffic related incidences, but I have similar close calls in every aspect of my life.   I wonder if on some other plane of existence I was not so lucky.   Is that how it goes?  You hit a crossroads and leave one plane of existence to go on in the next?

This is of course, something that no human can answer.  We don’t know how things might have been if only we did this or that.   There are a ton of fiction books that explore this phenomenon.  There is a new book by Stephen King, “11/22/63”, where someone goes back in time to save Kennedy.   (Too bad nobody will save Weiner.  I just had to throw that in there.  His name makes me chuckle.) I am a big Stephen King fan so I am sure to read this one.  Maybe I will review it here someday.

Anyway,  fate has brought me to this place.  Some people may say it is the hand of God.  Last night someone had parked in my parking space by mistake.  I left a note on the car.  They move it.   This morning as I was going to my car, a woman stopped me.  She was looking for the office.  I explained to her that these are all privately owned condos, there is no office.   She then asked where do I park?   We are here to clean the church owned condo and we apparently parked in the wrong space.   Coincidence? or Fate or in this case maybe god.   I called my partner and had him look up which parking space they should be using.  

“Curiouser and curiouser!” Cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English). “Now I’m opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!” (for when she looked down at her feet they seemed to be almost out of sight, they were getting so far off). “Oh, my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears? I’m sure I shan’t be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself about you: you must manage the best way you can—but I must be kind to them,” thought Alice, “or perhaps they won’t walk the way I want to go! Let me see. I’ll give them a new pair of boots every Christmas.”

One Response to “Fate”

  1. Yet another very interesting post that poses questions that I have often thought about myself. Looking back I see now where chance occurances have changed my life dramatically. I’ve wondered how my life would have been different had I not went to one place at a certain time of made a different decision at another time. I do have the feeling that our life is preplanned. This is all a big Test.

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