I was sitting in Union Square Park today with my friend Elizabeth, when I looked up and saw a familiar face. It was my professor, seated on a bench perhaps twenty feet away.
Until yesterday, I’d never bumped into this guy anywhere but on campus. Not once in three years. Then I see him twice in two days.
I’d be tempted to attribute this bizarre coincidence to fate, but as my uncle the math teacher always reminds me, if a million things happen to you in a month, there’s a decent chance something one-in-a-million will happen to you every few months. So I’ll chalk it up to probability instead.
Life is perfectly unpredictable. Sometimes that’s a curse, sometimes it’s a blessing. When you’ve been knocked around, it takes a bit of audacity to remember that second part. Seeing my professor again was just a coincidence. But it was a nice reminder of what a wondrous thing this unpredictable life can be.