It’s a small world after all
Lou Ann and I went out to dinner with my daughter Deborah to a restaurant called Not Your Average Joes. Our server was a wonderful young lady named Shardai. When we go out to eat we almost always ask our server their name and where they are from and other questions that would have us know them better. In this case, Shardai said she was from San Diego and we said we used to live there as well. Then she said she lived in a town named Vista and we said that is where we used to live. And I said we lived off of the Sycamore exit and she said that is where her grandparents lived. This happens to us a lot. One time I was sitting outside a Panera restaurant in Warrenton Virginia and a lady came by and said didn’t you play the leading role in “The Music Man” back in Sedona Arizona, and I confirmed that I did. She had owned a glass company in Sedona many years ago. And here we were meeting each other some 22oo miles away from Arizona.
We are all connected in some way or another. Sometimes by geography. Sometimes by a few degrees of separation. Sometimes by travelling. It is fun to connect this way and feel we are one big family. We many never see Shardai again and I am pretty sure we won’t forget the magical serendipitous contact. Maybe some of us could start asking questions of perfect strangers and find a closeness to each other that we are missing. From my questioning mind and travelling heart to yours, Thomas