There are no Coincidences

They were just starting out, hopeful for the future and finding their place in the world.

He pursued a new career due to financial needs, so did she.

It may have seemed a coincidence that his work connected him with Patti and hers did too. But it wasn’t.

They both enjoyed her and she seemed to enjoy them.

There was a connection that maybe at face value didn’t make sense, but was real for all involved.

Life takes people on all kinds of paths and all kinds of journeys.

After sharing many conversations and moments together, life took them on separating paths.

Years passed.

A social media site allowed them to reconnect.

In the years that passed, she felt a desire to know who her family was, where she came from etc.

She pursued all the avenues she could until she found her birthmom.

That experience brought intense pain and trauma for her and her family, but also left her with questions she hadn’t thought about asking before.

This may seem a coincidence, but it wasn’t.

As she pursued the answer to the rest of her heritage and story, her family was afraid for her.

The birthmom experience had almost destroyed her and they had been so scared during that time, they didn’t want to see her go through that again.

So she persisted with the intention of finding answers, not connecting.

The amount of hours she put into it would be impossible to measure.

Days, weeks, months of late nights, little to no sleep researching, searching.

Dead end after dead end.

One day she found him.

In finding him, she was surprised to feel a prompting to reach out.

With fear, she pursued it.

He responded within 3 hours.

This may seem like a coincidence, but it wasn’t.

They connected, she got answers, he got a family he had wanted but had begun to think wasn’t possible.

The timing of him losing his parents and discovering he had a daughter may seem like a coincidence, but it wasn't.

They worked to build a relationship, committed to making up for lost time.

They got together when they could.

Each time, they learned more about each other and found that love was involuntary and trust

was growing too.

It was a precious and special season.

– – – – – –

A photo.

A comment.

That’s it.

She knew if she introduced them to each other, they would probably like one another, but she

didn’t want to presume that either was interested in a sort of “blind” connection.

So she asked her Dad if he was open to connecting with Patti.

He asked a little about her and to see a photo.

She asked Patti if she was interested and she said she was open to anything, life was teaching her the value of being open.

She knew they had a lot in common and could be great friends, but she was a little nervous, not wanting to pressure or let either of them down. She cared about both of them.

It soon became obvious they were a good match.

Then a pandemic hit.

While there were many challenges that this brought to the world and to them, it opened up opportunities for the two newly connected lovebirds to be able to connect in deeper, meaningful ways.

This may seem like a coincidence, but it wasn’t.

As they grew closer, she was happy to see their happiness.

As she gave up what was some of her time to get to know her Dad, it was worth it to see two people she loved, finding happiness and meaningful love in each other.

She knew that as much as she sometimes felt left out, or as his focus was on his new love, it was worth it because they both deserved this happiness and it would eventually, one day, mean a family was created from it all.

They had a lifetime ahead to connect, and getting to know this side of her Dad through him loving Patti, was a gift in itself.

When she found out they were indeed committing to each other completely, she looked back and reflected on all the life choices, experiences and trials that led to that moment.

She thought about how her little family had moved to where they had moved, and all that went into that.

Things that could have seemed a coincidence, but weren't.

The list of moments, and promptings and choices, was a long a list.

Not accidental, each move and choice had a purpose.

Life is unpredictable, and no one could have seen the friendship becoming a family relationship decades later, but that's what happened.

There are no coincidences.

Who we meet, who we connect with, where we live... it all matters.

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