Among the many obscure laws we experience every day, the most interesting for me is the Law of Coincidence. It is a strange and curious occurrence when the Law operates to confound, to amuse, and to awe.
Consider how often something happens that is completely coincidental to you, that happens only because you were there at that moment.
For instance, Dad related a story to me that he and Mom were driving the MG/TD out in the Virginia rural countryside, long and far away from population centers, and definitely far from any auto service garage, when the heater hose burst. The hose ruptured in a way that no repair could be made to it, even if they had brought the materials with them, which they had not done.
The engine coolant was pumped out on the road before Dad could shut the engine off. He pulled over to the side of the road, lifted the bonnet (hood in American) and stood there wondering how he was going to fix the car, and get back home. This was long before cell phones, boys and girls, so no calls to AAA for a tow.
After a few minutes of staring at the problem, and man pulled up behind them, stopped and got out. “Got a problem’ he asked. “Yes,: Dad replied. He explained the situation, and showed the man the ruptured hose.
The man looked at the pipe where the hose had been attached, then said “Wait just a moment.” He went back to his car, opened the trunk and pulled out paper bag.
Out of the bag he took out a cork and a roll of electrician’s tape. The cork fit the pipe exactly, and the tape held it in place. That fixed the leaf. He went back to his car and brought a jug of antifreeze and a funnel, and filled the radiator.
“You’re good to go now,” he said.
After Dad had thanked him, he asked the man how he happened to be on that rural back road. The man replied that he was travelling to Tennessee, and had taken a side road as a shortcut, but got lost.
“How did you happened to have a bag of corks with you?” Dad asked. He replied that he had stopped at a general store a few miles back for directions, and bought the corks, the antifreeze, and the tape on impulse. He owned a MG at home, and had experienced the same ruptured hose himself.
Dad gave him directions back to the highway, and he drove away. His car had New York plates. It was a mere coincidence that he was travelling that back road, and that he also owned a MG/TD.
The Law of Coincidence at work.
The Coincidence I notice regularly is that when I approach an intersection where I have to make a stop before turning, no matter how long that road has been vacant of any vehicles, no matter the time of day, before I can make the turn, I have to wait on the only car for miles around to pass by, and to turn into the road I’m leaving. It happens almost every time. Coincidence?
Another example: Waiting on the train back to Rome in the Naples station, another couple approached us and asked about the train. They introduced themselves, as Americans from Connecticut. We responded that we were from Roanoke.
Their eyes lit up. “Our neighbors just moved to Roanoke about a year ago.” Names were exchanged, and we learned that their neighbors were members of the same church, and were Jennifer’s Sunday School teachers. Coincidence.
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