Over the years, like a lot of siblings, my sister and I (Rob and his sister) have been at odds on various issues. The one that particularly annoys me is her continual (read intentional) difficulty in understanding synchronicity. She knows what a coincidence is, and that a synchronicity is supposedly a meaningful coincidence. But the ‘meaningful’ part of it has always stumped her. I’ve given her examples, but she always says, ‘So how is that meaningful? It’s just that you’re impressed by a coincidence. But that doesn’t impress me so much, so it’s just a coincidence to me.’
Just like when we were kids, she was still trying to counter whatever position I took on a matter. But then just recently the synchro angel came to my aid. Sister Sandy had a coincidence that was not only meaningful, but it blew her mind open. She finally gets it. She called to tell me about it and she still can’t get over it. Here’s what happened:
Sandy was on the phone talking to our mother who was waiting for a man to arrive from the gas company to look at her furnace that was giving her problems. They talked quite awhile and Sandy mentioned something puzzling that had happened at work. One of her co-workers has a friend who knows one of Sandy’s old boyfriends. But the co-worker didn’t know his name, leaving Sandy to guess.
She was telling the story to Mom and told her that it was probably Bob Jasper. She hadn’t seen him in nearly 20 years and wondered how the woman had connected her with Bob…if that’s who it was. (It later turned out to be someone else, but that doesn’t matter for this story.)
Mom interrupted Sandy’s musings by saying that a truck had pulled up in front of the house. It was probably the gas company. “I’ll stay on the line and wait,” Sandy said.
When Mom returned to the phone after a few minutes, she sounded odd. “It wasn’t the gas man. But it’s someone who wants to talk to you.”
“He wants to talk to me? Who is it?”
“Hey, Sandy, how are you?” a man’s voice said.
“Fine. Who are you?” Sandy asked.
“Bob Jasper.”
“What? You’re kidding me, right?”
He wasn’t. It was him and he explained that he was installing a water heater two doors down and asked if Mrs. MacGregor still lived in the neighborhood. When he was told that she did, he decided to stop by and say hello.
“I still can’t believe it,” Sandy told me. “How could that happen? I was talking about him–a guy I hadn’t seen forever—and he walks up to the door. It blows my mind. And you know what else? After he got off the phone, he went and looked at the furnace for Mom.”
Now Sandy gets it. She knows the difference between synchronicity and mere coincidence. So is the synchronicity issue settled between us? I doubt it. Knowing my sister, it’s synchronicity when it happens to her, and a mere coincidence when it happens to me. That’s just the way it is with the two of us.

















