Carl Jung is credited with coining the term "serendipity."
The scientists and card-counters'll tell you about odds, but I’ve seen too many “coincidences” to believe in happenstance. |
Back in 2020 when hoarding toilet paper was de rigueur, I bought a bidet. It didn’t come with a dryer so I had to get used to a slight dampness “back there.” But it was no biggee.
Now, after these five-plus
years and having gained even more
weight (actually, my arms shrank but that’s not politically correct), it’s gotten hard for me to reach my bum.
Back when I
was camping I simply poured water over my backside in the manner of other peoples
throughout the world. As it turned out, there was, serendipitously, a second,
hand-held shower with a hose.
But the diverter wouldn’t turn. It was then our German-named
Native-American housekeeper, Wilhelmina, came to the rescue.
She told how as a young
girl the children had teased her about her name until she, crying, asked her
mom for a different one. She told how her Grandfather took her aside and told
how she was named for his mother’s mother, who was a very special woman. And
from that, she knew how much she was appreciated.
Proud of my German
heritage, I explained how the W (double-u) is pronounced as a V in German.
Thus, we have Volksvagon and Verner Heisenburg and Vilhelmina. And Vilhelmina got Maintenance to come and turn the diverter. She said there were only
two other rooms that have hoses: 116 and 121.
It's things like this,
things not necessarily life-saving but that make a difference, that incline me to believe in serendipity…and maybe guardian angels.