Carol Bowman and I often trade synchronicities. Recently, she sent me this one, which is one of those where you scratch your head and invariably ask yourself, What are the odds?
“My husband, Steve, and I were browsing at a plant sale at a suburban Philadelphia arboretum. I started talking to a woman with an adorable toddler in her stroller, while her husband was looking at plants. She told me that she and her husband had recently moved to the area, and that she had been a professional ballerina. I asked her if her husband was also an artist. She replied that no, he was a scientist.
“I told her that my brother was also a scientist, but he had retired about 10 years ago. I also mentioned that he had worked at Johns Hopkins for years. Her husband, who overheard my comment, told me that he had gotten his degree in neurology at Johns Hopkins, and had also been there around 10 years ago. I said, “My brother was in the Department of Neurology there, too, and he had his own lab.”
“I turned to my husband and said, “Wouldn’t it be funny if he knew Paul!” Without missing a beat the husband blurted, “Paul Hoffman?”
“We were both stunned! He told me that he had worked in a lab next to my brother’s during his few years at Hopkins, and had greatly admired my brother, not only for his achievements, but for his kindness and humility. That brought tears to my eyes, as I told him that Paul had been diagnosed with Parkinson’s a few years ago.
“When I got home, I called my brother and told him about my “small world” encounter at the arboretum, and how this person remembered so many good things about him. I figured it would be a small boost for him to hear that. In typical Paul fashion he replied, “It’s a good thing he didn’t think I was a jerk!”
A small world, for sure.