Luck? Make up YOUR own mind!
|There was a
time, and I am not too falsely-modest to say this, when I was considered
an above average player of the card game Contract Bridge. Whenever I had
the opportunity, I and my regular partner David W akeman, would take on
the best and defeat them, through a combination of guile, skill and...yes.
good fortune! Because in Bridge, as in all similar games, it is the uncertainty
of the deal that allows the skill of the players to come to the fore!
David and I became well known in Norfolk for our dashing, exuberant bidding, and we won many rubbers together! But I wish to share with you an astonishing evenement that occurred during a tournament in which we were playing!
From the opening bid of seven clubs it was obvious something unusual had occurred! My partner followed with seven diamonds: his bid was, in turn capped by a response of seven hearts! And I? Well I, of course, was holding all thirteen spades! We had all been dealt a complete suit: even more amazingly, we had been dealt them in seniority order! The mathematical chance of even one player receiving a full suit is one in 635,013,559,600 deals! Just luck? What do YOU think?
Just a coincidence? You decide!
you believe in coincidence? Are you familiar with Jung's theories on the
subject? Or those of Freud? Well, whatever….
Most psychologists and cosmologists maintain a belief that there is no such thing as a pure coincidence:- we are really dealing with the phenomena of collective consciousness or synchronicity. Interested? Mail us for more details! But allow me to share with you a truly astounding account of a coincidence that occurred in Wales when I was much younger!
Many years ago, my family took a holiday in North Wales: in those days both my parents were alive, my mother was healthy and attractive and I was still on speaking terms with my brother!
One day the four of us decided to climb from the Llanberis Pass to the summit of Snowdon: no big thing in itself, but a very spiritual undertaking at five AM and a memory that will stay with me forever..
Some hours later we reached the summit: you have to understand that in those days there was no café or gift shop, just a cairn to mark the highest point in England and Wales. As countless holiday makers must have done before and since, we posed for photos by this pile of Welsh slate and chatted excitedly.
At this early hour, there was only one other visitor to the summit: a middle-aged woman who had presumably made the more difficult 'Sheep Walk' ascent. I noticed her cock her head in our direction: she suddenly started and then strode purposefully towards us. She spoke:
" Patty? Is that Patty Robertson?" My mother paled and stammered out an affirmative reply.
Astonishingly, the lone hiker was none other than my mother's cousin who had emigrated to Rhodesia (as it was then still called) in 1937. She had arrived in Europe only two days before and the summit of Snowdon was her first tourist destination !!!
Coincidence? Well possibly!
A coincidence concerning these pages!
The following is an extract from an e-mail I received from a new correspondent called Karen:-
"This isn't really
a 'Chilling Tale', more a peculiar happening...
I felt I should read it
again, but couldn't remember the title.
The loyal septarian nodule!
You may recall that, as well as being a lecturer, I run a
company importing and exporting meteorites, tektites and other space memorabilia.
Until a few years ago, I also worked in mainstream schools, with what are
euphemistically refered to as 'challenging children'!
Much of my business is conducted over the 'phone or internet, but most weekends find me hundreds of kilometres from home at a collectors' fair or airshow.....
Several times last year my wife and I set up our marquee at Duxford Airshow, in Cambridgeshire. Not only do we meet many new clients, we also both enjoy the sights and sounds of the vintage aircraft.
Halfway through the day, a singular looking couple in their mid-fifties came up to our stand. There was a curious purposefulness in the man's approach: he stopped in front of me and scrutinised my face closely in a somewhat disturbing fashion.
After a few seconds, he
spoke: "Your name is David, isn't it?" I assented. "I had
to come here to day to bring you something!" he continued. As he
spoke, I examined my unexpected visitor. He had wavy, shoulder-length
grey hair and a neatly-trimmed beard. His clothes had that 'real ale,
Morris dancing and folk music' look about them. I had certainly never
met the gentleman nor his wife before!