The costume lady lost the pirate’s trousers.
Well, to be more precise, she lost the trousers that my son was supposed to wear as a pirate in his recent school play. Trousers that I had purchased especially for the occasion. As soon as she realised that she had lost them, she spoke to me and apologised and I told her not to worry – that these things happen. An alternative pair of trousers was found and that was that as far as I was concerned. I promptly forgot all about it.
A week or so later, on the first day of the school holidays, I took my son into our local town to get his uniform for his new school amongst other things. I say local town, but there are actually two or three towns within a similar driving distance, it is just personal preference as to which one that you go to. Having completed most of our errands, we walked into the precinct to visit our final shop, only to bump literally into the costume lady and her family, exiting the shop that I had bought the pirate trousers from several weeks earlier. As she saw me she did a double take and then rushed up to me, pressing a bag into my hands. The bag contained not one, but two pairs of trousers (because she had been unsure of size) which she had purchased as a replacement for the lost trousers.
We chatted for a while and I tried to insist that she really didn’t need to replace the trousers, but she wouldn’t hear of it and so we came home, two pairs of trousers better off.
Immediately after I had run into her it occurred to me that several things, outside of either of our control, had to have happened in order for us to meet like that. Firstly, we both had to be shopping in the same town on the same day at the same time – this is why I mentioned that there is more than one town local to us. Secondly, we had to enter the precinct at the exact moment that she had finished her purchase and exited the shop and finally, we had to be there on the day that she had decided to buy the replacement trousers. A heck of a lot of coincidences.
A good friend of mine once told me that a coincidence is God’s way of communicating with us. His way of letting us know that He is there. I don’t know. I know that I have written posts in the past about certain hard to believe coincidences that have occurred in my life and this definitely is another one to add to the list. Does it mean that God is trying to tell me something? I am not sure. Part of me would like to believe that He is there lending all of us a helping hand but another part of me is kind of on the fence.
Either way, it was a pretty remarkable experience and definitely something that doesn’t happen every day. In an odd way, it gave me a great deal of comfort.
What does anyone else think about coincidences? Why not share some of yours? I would love to hear them.