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Call it Divine Timing, or Call it Coincidence…
It Seems Like There’s Some Kind of Plan…
I’m not a religious person, and I’m especially not a fan of organized religion for all the reasons we see in social media on a daily basis. Along with Newton’s Law and the Theory of Relativity, there’s another certainty I believe in: Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Thank you, English historian Lord Acton (1834–1902).
And as far as coincidence goes, I’m still on the fence, but listing a little to one side. I’m not a fan of the “everything happens for a reason” club. I’ve always been wary of “magical thinking.” And, as a sixty-two-year-old human with a belief in the laws of the natural world, and my powerful experience as a hospice nurse, I believe that a lot of what happens is completely random.
But — there have been times in my life that fit eerily into the category of “being in the right place at the right time.” How do I explain those experiences? They’re awfully hard to brush away, and so I’m left wondering what to make of them. There have been times when I almost inexplicably knew what to do — in a situation that called for someone far beyond my years, with wisdom beyond anything I could have earned through normal means.
