Coincedence?

I’d just finished cruising through Wal-Mart and was walking away from the cashier, thoughts of camping on my couch for the weekend to watch SEASON 5 of ANGEL on DVD filling my head, when I felt eyes on me. I glanced to my left and saw a woman leaning on her cart looking at me.
“Are you Sasha?” she asks.
“Yes.” I say, my mind going instantly blank.
She grinned at me and I felt this niggling sense that my brain was struggling to catch up to my eyes. I knew her.
“You don’t recognize me, do you?” She laughs, and my brain shouts Yes I know you! I know you! But before I can say anything she says “Rhonda…B. From high school.”
Oh my God!!:O

You have to understand my surprise, first of all, I went to high school in Saskatchewan, and I left town within a month of graduation, and now live in Alberta. And while I’ve traveled the world over the years, I’ve never gone back to Saskatchewan.

We chatted for a few minutes, did the quick catch up. Well, she caught me up on a lot of our mutual friends. All of who have multiple kids, and/or marriages. I told her I was a waitress/bartender. Still single, no kids. :rolleyes: And that I was a writer.

Her response to that? “Well, you always were a good writer.”

Funny, now that I think about it, I do remember enjoying writing in school. Yet, I never thought of BEING a writer until almost 10 years after graduation! And I STILL get comments on my lack of grammar skills!:crazy:

Anyways, it was great! I was so happy to see her. :hehe:

Why is this so surprising? Because honestly, while we shared a circle of friends, Rhonda and I weren’t the best of friends in school. In fact, in grade 8 or 9 I picked a fistfight with her and almost got myself suspended!:( To this day I’m still not even sure why I did it. But we got over it and we stayed friends. And today, it almost felt like NO TIME had passed since I’d last seen her.

As I walked to my car I wondered if anything is ever really a coincidence. :confused:

You see, I had an interesting conversation with a young guy at work the other night about friends, spouses and family. And in the course of this conversation I’d mentioned that I moved around a lot, and that I didn’t have anyone in my life that knew me when I was growing up. (Other than my parents and my brother.) I meant, no friends that I knew as a kid or went to school with. My very best friend in the world, Vanessa, is my best friend because she won’t let me walk away from her. I met her 5 years ago and somehow, she figured me out. She knows that if she lets me, I will walk away, and not look back. Just like I did with my friends in high school, my friends in college, my friends from my competitive martial arts days, and the many different countries I’ve spent time in.

It’s not that I stop caring about them, myheart is full of people that I care about, and if they ever called and needed anything, I’d be there for them in an instant. It’s just that I can’t seem to stop . . . moving.

I’ve led a life that is almost transient, with no constants other than that of my immediate family. I’m terrible at keeping in touch with people, even those that have touched my soul deeply. This young guy was telling me I have “commitment issues”. Huh? You think? :blush:

But that’s an issue for a different discussion. Today, I’m pontificating on the “There’s no such thing as coincidence” issue. I believe there is a reason for Rhonda and I to run in to each other today. Is it to remind me that I always enjoyed writing? Or could it be to remind me that friends are friends, even if you don’t keep in touch?

I prefer to think it’s the later. You don’t need to be in constant, or even regular contact with people you care about in order to keep a friendship alive.