Coincidences and magical thinking
By Nancy B. Loughlin
Published in News Press on November 21, 2017
When I raced a marathon in September, I hid a plastic bag of my dead friend’s ashes in my sleeve.
Around mile three, I sprinkled a handful of her on the wet pavement. She always told me she dreamed of being a runner, and here she was at last.
A companion asked, “What was her name?”
At that moment, my eyes locked on a solitary sidewalk spectator holding a cardboard sign.
It said, “Julia.”
I screamed and pointed, stunned. “That’s her name!”
For the spiritually minded, coincidences like that sign are evidence of a larger logical structure at work, a benevolent force guiding the universe. To think otherwise would be to accept randomness, rendering life’s events meaningless.
That sign said she was running with me, and I called upon Julia’s angel wings to carry me to the finish line. Continue reading