This post is part
of Think Kit by SmallBox.
January 21, 2016 prompt: “Strange Encounter: Share a story about a stranger this year. Was it something you overheard? Someone you accidentally met & bonded with? A funny...or strange coincidence?”
January 21, 2016 prompt: “Strange Encounter: Share a story about a stranger this year. Was it something you overheard? Someone you accidentally met & bonded with? A funny...or strange coincidence?”
It’s a Small World After All…
The first time I realized we live in a small world, I was in the Fourth Grade. Daddy was career Air Force, but instead of getting to go to lots of exciting places, we were yo-yoed between the panhandles of Texas and Florida. Except one tour. We accompanied him to The Azores, a small chain of islands off the cost of Portugal. I was in Kindergarten. By the Fourth Grade we were bounced back to Eglin AFB. During a Show and Tell I brought something from The Azores. Afterward, one of the boys, who I always thought looked familiar, came over and told me he had been in The Azores the same time. We had been former Kindergarten classmates. It’s a Small World After All…
The first time I realized we live in a small world, I was in the Fourth Grade. Daddy was career Air Force, but instead of getting to go to lots of exciting places, we were yo-yoed between the panhandles of Texas and Florida. Except one tour. We accompanied him to The Azores, a small chain of islands off the cost of Portugal. I was in Kindergarten. By the Fourth Grade we were bounced back to Eglin AFB. During a Show and Tell I brought something from The Azores. Afterward, one of the boys, who I always thought looked familiar, came over and told me he had been in The Azores the same time. We had been former Kindergarten classmates. It’s a Small World After All…
A few years ago I
went on my first trip to Israel. Our first day we stopped at the Stellar Mairs
Church in Haifa. While my fellow travelers and I were oohing and ahing over the
paintings on the rotunda ceiling, and Israeli said to us, “You are from Texas,
are you not?”
When we said, “yes.”
He asked where. We told him it was a very small town in Central Texas called
Belton, and he probably never heard of it. He surprised us by saying he knew
exactly where it was—he had been a student at Baylor. It’s a
Small World After All…
My second trip to Israel
we stayed at a different hotel. I went to the hotel shops on the way to dinner
and one of the Shop Keepers, told me he thought he knew me. We talked and
discovered he was an alumni of The University of Mary Hardin-Baylor, and while
he graduated the year before I attended—he had seen a picture of me in the
alumni magazine. It’s a Small World After All…
More recently, I
work at the VA Hospital as a Registered Nurse, Patient Care Coordinator (think
Case Manager in the nonVA world). A big part of my job is meeting the Veterans
on my ward, and developing a care plan.
I recently met a guy from a town about 2
hours away. It’s a small town. I
happened to mention one of my Uncles lives there. Turns out, he not only knew my Uncle—they play
cards together from time to time. It’s a
Small World After All…
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