Do you believe in meant to be? Providence? Fate? I do. Which does not mean that if I decide to stand in the middle of a busy street and am hit by a car that I think it was meant to be. Quite the contrary. But I do believe that some events, interactions, introductions, etc., seem to be more than coincidental. The universe, in some instances, seems to be intervening.
For example, April 27th, as noted in this blog, was my 19th wedding anniversary. Eight years ago on this date, my husband and I gifted each other with an English Bulldog. We had wanted one for years and things worked out so that we were able to find the right dog for us in conjunction with our celebration. We named her Annie–short for anniversary. When Annie joined our family, we had another dog, Sid, but sadly he died four years ago. For the past two plus years we have really wanted to get a second dog–a Pug.
In an effort to move things along, my daughter recently started searching the Pug Rescue San Diego website. I’ve been hesitant to get a rescue dog, though I know it is absolutely the right thing to do. I worried about pre-existing health conditions, past abuse, behavioral problems. Annie already has a few health issues and I didn’t want to add to that, if I could help it. Seemed like a puppy was the way to go, but puppies are rarely available for adoption. Or so it seemed, until last Tuesday, our anniversary.
Tuesday morning my family was watching the local NBC station’s newscast. We were all eating breakfast when they began a story on the Pug Party, a fundraiser for, of all places, Pug Rescue San Diego. Our television screen was soon filled with images of Pugs. Lots of them! And they were wearing costumes and looked really cute, one was dressed as French maid, another one as a member of royalty…but I digress. Two of the Pugs shown were available for adoption, and one of those was Basil, a puppy. I ran (yes, it was early, but I had some coffee in me) to my computer and filled out an application to adopt. My husband, who is pretty practical and not one to invoke fate, said, “This might be meant to be.”
Throughout my life things have happened that I am convinced were more than coincidental. I wound up attending the University of Georgia because I ran into one my hometown’s local TV sportscasters at a record store. My 14 or 15-year-old self (I had decided at this point I wanted a career in sports reporting) walked up to him and asked, “Where did you attend college?” His answer, “The Henry Grady School of Journalism at the University of Georgia.” That’s all I needed to hear. I went to my high school guidance counselor’s office (I was only a sophomore, not really supposed to be thinking about this yet) did some research and was sold–sight unseen. I never visited UGA before my freshman orientation. And I only applied to one other college–as a back up. Turns out this was one of the most important decisions I’ve ever made. Everything from career to spouse was determined because I chose to attend Georgia–and it all happened because I was in a record store at what in hindsight, appears to have been exactly the right moment.
Back to Basil. His name is Henry now. He spent last night sleeping in my son’s bed, though I am pretty sure we have a rule against that. After less than eight hours in his company, I am positive Henry was meant to be a member of our family.
Do you think that most of what happens in life is random, or do you believe in that some things occur because in some way, they were preordained?