I’ve been thinking about fate today and wondering when fate ends and human intervention steps in. I know…it’s a deep thought for someone who spent the last 10 hours in the Magic Kingdom with four kids. But you’ll see why I was thinking about it today.
We got to the park right as it opened today. My plan was to take the little kids right back to Fantasyland so we could do all of the “best” little kid rides before it got crowded and while Alex and Justin went on Space Mountain. We did all of these rides two years ago when we were here but the twins definitely didn’t remeber them. It was time to do them again. Then at least everyone would be happy before the Spring Break crowds arrived.
My plan worked. We walked right on Buzz Lightyear, Winnie the Pooh, Snow White, Peter Pan and The Small World. As I walked onto Peter Pan I realized there was a guy I knew really well in the FastPass line. I had not really seen him in 18 years but I knew immediately it was him. But there was nothing I could do. I was in a cart flying above Neverland. When I got off the ride and ushered my four kids off, I saw him again rounding the corner in his cart fresh from his journey from Neverland. I got a good look, right into his eyes. It was him. I saw that that they were the same eyes that I have known since I was five years old. But the lines around each of our eyes told new stories. And I walked away. My kids and Justin and my mom were on their way to the next ride. I was destined for The Small World…pretty ironic.
I know you don’t see anything remarkable about this story yet. But wait there’s more. I lied. It hadn’t been 18 years since I saw him. I saw him two years ago. I saw him the last time I was in Fantasyland on Easter Sunday 2010. That day I had the twins in a stroller and a six year old by myself while justin and Alex were on Space Mountain. I couldn’t run from where I was and say hi. I was stuck.
So is this fate or some crazy coincidence that we would both end up in the same place at the same time on two separate occasions? Remember, I play on the wrong side of the odds. I have been struck by lightning. So maybe i should go find a slot machine. The statistical odds of this happening have to be really low. If it is fate what is the point? Again remember, I never simply accept something. I always search for the meaning. My poor brain is so tired.
Want to know what is even more fascinating to me? Why with so much history did we simply look at each other and not utter a word? One would think at least a simple hello would have been shared after 18 years without seeing someone who had been a part of your life for 17 years.
I know why my mouth stayed shut. I was relying on fate. As I sat on The Small World I realized that if we were meant to speak we would see each other again and not as we were flying through Neverland. And fate gave me her answer….