Hi all...
This is my first post on the JREF message boards. I just found this place yesterday and I immediately signed up. it's finally nice to see some rational, sane, like-minded folks posting on the internet.
I want to post a personal coincidence that happened to me that has a very special place in my heart. It starts off as a bit of a downer so I apologize in advance.
In 2003, my Mother passed away after a terrible ordeal with liver cancer. She fought for two years and lasted for as long as she could. It was a terrible nightmare to watch someone you know and love physically crumble apart. I was 23 years old at the time.
She passed on April 14. Despite grief and emotional trauma life does have a way of moving on, and the first thing my Father and I needed to confront was getting our taxes submitted for that year. We pulled out the paperwork and got to it. We submitted both of our tax forms on paper (a rarity now here in Canada).
When we received our response several months later, our envelopes were sent back to us. My Father's envelope contained a small photographic negative. When we saw the image on it, we immediately got the photo developed. It was a picture of my Mom during my parents honeymoon. She was sitting on a bench in Hawaii. She had a hybiscus flower in her hair and a sweet smile on her face. My Father was very touched and our family generally felt that it was a "sign".
Of course it wasn't hard to see what exactly had happened - we were sorting through old photo albums for pictures for the obituary and to remember old times. There was stuff scattered everywhere when we began to do our taxes so it's not unreasonable that a small negative somehow fell into Dad's envelope before he sent it off.
However, that photo to me was an amazing gift. Thinking about the coincidences that led to it not only being accidentally sent away but also accidentally returned to us are pretty amazing. What an astonishing universe we live in so that all factors concerning that photo could contribute to put it right back in our hands, hearts and minds at a time that we really needed it. That photograph was a gift, a gift from an unaware, dispassionate and non-intelligent universe. But a gift nonetheless, in the same way that every sunrise and sunset is a gift for those who are around to watch them and give them personal meaning.
My Mom never got to see me publish my first papers in a scientific journal, never got to see me get my B.Sc, never got to see my wedding - my wife had hybiscus flowers in her bouquet - and never got to see me begin my Ph.D. studies. That picture hangs in my cubicle in the grad office and reminds me every day that no matter what odds are stacked against me or what the universe happens to throw at me, I will never give up the fight. Just like my Mom.
The picture reminds me that even though we live in a chaotic, violent and fundamentally uncertain universe it is not impossible to find inspiration and meaning within it.
No woo necessary.