4/17/17-The Gift

The Gift

I went to a birthday party this weekend and I wanted to share the most remarkable story that happened. I was looking for a gift for my friend. He’s the nicest man, a pure soul, so I wanted something special that moved me. I’m a roamer and prowler of thrift stores, yard sales, and quirky shops always keeping the eye out for something unusual. I like the unique gift. As I searched the shelves, my eyes fell onto a very architectural, oriental-flavored, bamboo candle holder. I knew my friend was in the process of building a devotional altar in his home and some of it was Japanese, so I thought this might be the perfect touch. He also likes art, architecture, and strongly structural objects. This candle holder was made from dozens and dozens of bamboo pieces in a stacking, almost lantern, fenced, shoji-screened, angular effect. I picked it up several times, touched it, ran my hands and fingers over it, set it back down, picked it up again and said, “Yes, he will like this.” I brought it home and wrapped it up.

A couple days passed and it was the day of the party. It was finally that time to unwrap gifts. When he opened my gift, his face lit up, a huge smile, he bent over and started laughing and said, “No way, you have to see this picture I took.” He got out his phone, flipped through some photos, and handed it to me. It was a photo he took of that very candleholder. He said he liked it and took a photo thinking he could maybe duplicate building one. They weren’t similar candleholders, it wasn’t even the same style candleholder, it was the same, exact candleholder, sitting on the shelf of the shop where I purchased it for him. What are the chances of all the items for sale in the town of Murfreesboro, probably millions of items in hundreds of stores, that I picked the very same item he photographed earlier.

There are coincidences and then there is something more. Serendipity, synchronicity, fate, destiny, kismet–I think I literally felt him on that candleholder. I wasn’t even planning on buying anything there for him, I just stopped by to browse, before going to the store where I was planning on getting him something. I said to his husband, “Can you believe this?” He responded with an immediate, “Absolutely.” I said, “Why?” He said, “Because I have never seen more synchronicities happen around a person than with you, Monica. It doesn’t even surprise me anymore.”


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