I lived in Southern California. Flew to Maui for vacation. Traveled
by schooner to the island of Molokai. (Through the worst trade winds in years
and I get seasick on a rolling chair. Ugh. Anyway…) Rode in a Jeep up to the top
of the mountain to visit a macadamia nut farm. During the presentation on how
they grow and harvest the nuts I heard a couple people talking with heavy
Mid-western accents. I asked, “Are you from Wisconsin?” They replied, “Yes.
Brown Deer.”
I grew up in Brown Deer. The population of Brown Deer when I
moved away in 1980 was 12,582 – it pretty much still is. It completely floored
me that I was standing on top of a mountain on the island of Molokai talking to
people from Brown Deer. What are the odds of that?
My husband traveled from our home in Oregon to Baltimore for
work. A friend of ours, who lives in Southern California was in Washington DC
on a business trip, but had to attend an event in Baltimore that night. They
both checked in on Facebook and saw they were in the same town and made
arrangements to stop and visit over a quick cup of coffee.
Those kinds of coincidences are unbelievable to me.
Everything that had to line up so they were even discovered is pretty
unbelievable.
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