Thinking in CT
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Recently I experienced an episode that seemed to me to be an uncanny example of some sort of "pre-cognition" to wit I was thinking of someone and two days later I learned that that person had just died. Prior to my becoming a regular reader of this web site I would have imagined that the incident was evidence of... . well something, but now I understand it as one of life's little bitter-sweet coincidences. Let me explain:
When I was in High School (in the mid 60"s) I took part in the school's weekly radio program on a small local station. The student leader of the program was a very pretty and charming senior girl. I was a 15 year old painfully shy freshman. The girl was very sweet and kind to me and I guess I was more than a little smitten with her. She graduated at the end of that year and I never saw, or heard of her again.
Forty years pass. We are in the age of the internet and communication across the miles and the years, once thought impossible, is commonplace. I become a regular viewer of my old high school's alumni web site and, like many fifty-somethings, start to get all sentimental and nostalgic about high school (you know, that place we couldn't wait to get out of when we were there). I find myself on business in my old home town and take the opportunity to look up my old high school yearbook at the local library, my own copy long lost. In it, in my entry, is my credit for "Staples High School Radio News". At that moment I, of course remember the beautiful senior. Two days later, while visiting the Alumni web-site I see the notice of her death. She would have been 59 or 60.
Two things tend to coincide when we get past the big "5" "0", we get sentimental, and we start to die. My thinking of Esther and her dieing was just a natural and normal aspect of life.
Any thoughts?
When I was in High School (in the mid 60"s) I took part in the school's weekly radio program on a small local station. The student leader of the program was a very pretty and charming senior girl. I was a 15 year old painfully shy freshman. The girl was very sweet and kind to me and I guess I was more than a little smitten with her. She graduated at the end of that year and I never saw, or heard of her again.
Forty years pass. We are in the age of the internet and communication across the miles and the years, once thought impossible, is commonplace. I become a regular viewer of my old high school's alumni web site and, like many fifty-somethings, start to get all sentimental and nostalgic about high school (you know, that place we couldn't wait to get out of when we were there). I find myself on business in my old home town and take the opportunity to look up my old high school yearbook at the local library, my own copy long lost. In it, in my entry, is my credit for "Staples High School Radio News". At that moment I, of course remember the beautiful senior. Two days later, while visiting the Alumni web-site I see the notice of her death. She would have been 59 or 60.
Two things tend to coincide when we get past the big "5" "0", we get sentimental, and we start to die. My thinking of Esther and her dieing was just a natural and normal aspect of life.
Any thoughts?