The night before we left for Oregon this Tuesday, our daughter, Megan, was about to go meet a friend. She was backing out of the driveway when I stopped her and told her to take our Mazda Tribute because one of the tires on her car had a slow leak. About half an hour later, we got a call from Megan that the Tribute had stalled on the road and wouldn’t start. I tried to jump start it, but no avail. Very annoying since just a week earlier, I had gotten a new alternator and battery installed. Since we were leaving early the next morning, I had the Tribute towed to our house.
While that was frustrating, it was also fortunate. We had been planning to drive the Tribute sixty miles to the Miami airport the next morning. If we had done so, the car would’ve stalled and died on the Turnpike and we would’ve missed our plane, messing up our vacation. So my decision to tell Megan to take the Tribute was a synchronicity that saved our trip.
Now, just this evening in Hood River, Trish walked outside and saw several guys around a car stalled in the street. One of the guys asked the driver, a young woman, “Does it go click, click, click when you try to start it? That means you need a new alternator. She responded, “But I just got a new alternator!”
Trish walked back inside and said, “Hey, here’s a travel synchronicity.”
Rob
I wonder if the message with the alternator has to do with "alternate." Alternate plans, alternate reality?