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Hi all. Thanks in advance for reading.
Recently a coworker stopped me and asked for a ride home. We did not know each other or live in the same area. She just saw on the schedule that we got off st the same time and took a chance asking me.
Anyway, we are riding along and she says if I wanted to stop at the gas station she’d put gas in my car and get a pack of “butts”.
I questioned her on what she said and she explained being from Connecticut.
“Me too.” I said.
We kept talking and apparently we kept talking and apparently we were both from The same place in Connecticut and born in the same place in Connecticut. And have the same birthday. Interesting. But wait it gets better!
She asked if I knew a man named blankety blank. (Name isn’t important).
I about froze.
“That’s my father”.
I have not seen or heard from the man in 23 years.
This coworker and my father were in recovery together. According to her, my father has helped a lot of people come clean/sober. And somewhere in between getting clean and completely forgetting his two kids (I have an older brother) he found God. If you can’t tell from that last sentence, I’m a bit hurt that my father never tried to contact us after he and mom separated (on my sixth birthday, thanks guys) and later divorced. But despite that I’m glad he turned his life to Christ.
Anyway....my coworker showed me my father’s Facebook page which I’ve looked through...and that’s really been painful. I mean...just on so many levels. She also gave me his number and email. “Just in case” I want to contact the man who was capable of completely forgetting his only son and daughter. Six years old (me) and (8) my brother.
Now....I don’t believe in coincidence. It implies that things can happen by chance. But we have a Creator holding it all. So it’s not chance.
Opinions welcome.
Recently a coworker stopped me and asked for a ride home. We did not know each other or live in the same area. She just saw on the schedule that we got off st the same time and took a chance asking me.
Anyway, we are riding along and she says if I wanted to stop at the gas station she’d put gas in my car and get a pack of “butts”.
I questioned her on what she said and she explained being from Connecticut.
“Me too.” I said.
We kept talking and apparently we kept talking and apparently we were both from The same place in Connecticut and born in the same place in Connecticut. And have the same birthday. Interesting. But wait it gets better!
She asked if I knew a man named blankety blank. (Name isn’t important).
I about froze.
“That’s my father”.
I have not seen or heard from the man in 23 years.
This coworker and my father were in recovery together. According to her, my father has helped a lot of people come clean/sober. And somewhere in between getting clean and completely forgetting his two kids (I have an older brother) he found God. If you can’t tell from that last sentence, I’m a bit hurt that my father never tried to contact us after he and mom separated (on my sixth birthday, thanks guys) and later divorced. But despite that I’m glad he turned his life to Christ.
Anyway....my coworker showed me my father’s Facebook page which I’ve looked through...and that’s really been painful. I mean...just on so many levels. She also gave me his number and email. “Just in case” I want to contact the man who was capable of completely forgetting his only son and daughter. Six years old (me) and (8) my brother.
Now....I don’t believe in coincidence. It implies that things can happen by chance. But we have a Creator holding it all. So it’s not chance.
Opinions welcome.