I am running late. Very late. Nearly 45 minutes later than I had planned to be on the road. It's all my own fault. It was a lovely morning, and I decided to walk the dog, then spent a few minutes chatting with my daughter. Just getting further and further behind and getting that urgent feeling that I need to be on the road.
As it turns out, I cannot even get too far, as I need to stop for gas. Great! Now even later.
And there she was, at the gas station: Serendipity.
The car that pulled in behind me was driven by a local businessman whom I have known for a few years. He is a very kind southern gentleman, and spoke the customary, "Hey. How are you?" I inquired about his business that has been in our town for nearly 35 years, and about the health of his dear father who is known throughout our community. We had a wonderful conversation chatting over the gas pumps, and I drove away a much better person for having learned more about the history of his business and his story, and about our small town as well.
My lesson for the day: destiny, fate, Serendipity, call it what you will. If I had not been running late, I wouldn't have met the gentleman at the gas station, and I would have missed out on an experience that set my mood for the rest of the day: fabulous.
