I believe that life is all about the right timing. That we hit the slot machine for the big hit or win the lottery or get the job because we were at the right place at the right time. Also that the, Dear Lord ,helps him/her who helps themselves. Some people call that luck and I call it Divine Guidance. It depends on where we place our values or the depth of our Spiritual quest. I do think though that we can all agree that there are people, usually the nicest of people, that are hit time and time again with tragedy and they come out seemingly even more committed to life. On the other hand we also all know people that fall apart if they break a nail or chip a tooth.
The significance of all of the actions is that, we that do keep an open mind, understand that luck is just a word that is used to answer questions that most of us can not understand. We meet people that we are sure we have meant before. I worked with a man that fought in World War 2 that said when he and his men were under heavy artillery attack he remembered a cave in the area and he was able to lead his men to it and thereby save them all. The only problem was, after coming through it, he realized that there was no way he could have remembered it, as he had never been there before in his life.
Whatever, we call it, if it works for us, and it is working with us, most of us would do well to go along with it. It is that warning that many women talk about having prior to being attacked. When people knew something didn’t feel right, and acted accordingly, to find out if they had gotten on the plane and not changed their minds at the last minute, they would not be alive.
A friend of mine, had looked for years for a friend that had saved him and kept him alive during the Viet Nam war. He had hired a person whose job it was to find people and still had no luck finding the man that had saved his life. Although we had known each other for years, I knew nothing about the fact that he was badly injured and if this guy had not of grabbed him and gotten him on the hellicopter at the time that he did, he certainly would had died. When he decided to share the story with me at a party that night, I didn’t even own a computer, but once I realized that he had been searching for this man, I knew I wanted to find him.
I called my daughter at graduate school and asked her to look in New York as that was where he came from, and an hour later, they had each other’s telephone numbers and were re-united. A couple of years later after my friend had had a chance to take his family back to New York to meet his buddy, that saved him. His friend died of leukemia. My friend is the type that if he hadn’t of had this opportunity, to thank him for saving his life, I’m sure he would have been deeply adversely effected, for life.
Whatever it is, call it what we may, we all own it, it is in our instincts. Some believe it is their conscience, since it has no voice, others think it comes in a dream. More than one person has discussed winning the lottery by dreaming the numbers. Some think it is our angels. The same angels that they believe kept the man under rumble alive for a month in Haiti. It is something that is our own safety net, it does not tell us to go steal children from Haiti or it does not lead us to danger. I am of the mind set that whatever any of us decide to name it, is o.k. with me.
