Man, I was out today fulfilling a musical (re)quest for a friend, and ran into a couple of people that I know. One was a former colleague from the U of Winnipeg, who was buying a futon cover and pillows. She spoke of another guy that I know from Illinois, who's now at North Dakota State, as she was at a conference there recently.
While I'm chatting with her, I realize that another fellow is in Dream On Futons with his wife. I worked with him during the Pan Am Games here in '99, and he's recently agreed to help out Racquetball Canada with an issue(s) that we've been having some difficulties with.
Then on the (roundabout) way home, I saw a guy who I don't know, but know who he is. He's a local writer. In fact, I'm going to be applying for a job with the weekly newspaper that he's editor of.
Should I have introduced myself? Maybe, I don't know. Didn't. Seemed a bit too weird to me. He was with a couple of little kids, and it's just a Sunday afternoon out.
Some say God gives you the opportunities to make your life better. Maybe this was one of those opportunities. And I didn't take it.
Again.
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I wouldn't worry too much - there are often second chances. Maybe the multiple encounters can be taken just that way: there were many opportunities that day. You chose the opportunity to allow a semi-public figure time with his family.
Ommm.
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