Coincidences

Coincidences was Originally Posted on December 23, 2003 by

I don’t know why I look for coincidences, but I do. Perhaps they find me.

I’m at Home Depot looking for a kitchen faucet, to replace the one that leaks. I flip over the box and note that the company is just a few minutes drive from where I used to live in Georgia; West Paces Ferry Road! Perhaps the explanation is that Home Depot is an Atlanta-based comapny and this is a generic labeled product of theirs.

I am trying to find a company to do my internet credit card billing. The one I found turns out to be located {drum roll} a few minutes drive from where I used to live and work in Atlanta… hmmmm

My agent gave me the name of a contractor who may be able to help me with my house. I was driving down to turn off the water the other day (so I could fix the broken pipe) and passed contractor driving into his driveway, just a few houses down from my road. I thought “this guy is closer than the other gay is, I’ll bet”. Then last night I am on the KonaWec.Com site chatting and a guy mentions he lives down the street from me and is a contractor. Turns out he is the one I saw the other day. He is ALSO the one my agent recommended…

I wake up this morning to yet new sounds and sights. As I look out west over the Pacific’s horizon, I see what looks like a sliver of sun squashed between the clouds and the horizon. Wait! The sun to the west? Must be the moon. But it is getting bigger? I stare for a few, then put on my glasses and stare more. Know what it is? A cruise ship heading towards Kona. A boat with foreigners heading to our shores. They are bringing stories and strange customs and talking in strange toungues. All the while I am remembering the Hawaiians of pre-contact. They are well and happy, then the foreigners come and bring diseases. I wonder if I still have time to get a flu shot….

I’m in Wal-Mart the other day and laughed out loud. I had picked up a bag which was sitting near the gas grills. It was a bag of “lava rocks” which people use to line grills with. For luaus, we take giant rocks, heat them with parts of tree trunks, wrap the pig in ti leaves and burlap and stick it underground to cook. Mainlanders use a grill.

Knowing that it is bad luck to take lava from the island, I turn to bag over to look which part of the big island they come from. My first guess is Kau District but I am wrong. It is a small town in… {yet another drum roll…} Columbus Georgia! So this island, this rock, this 14,000 foot high, 90 mile by 90 mile island in the middle of the Pacific, created by Pele’s volcano, made almost entirely of lava rocks, is IMPORTING more? That appears to be the stupidest thing I heard in quite some time. Yet people buy them. How stupid that?

Coincidences. They are all around you, if you look!