A funny thing happened on my way to the subway. It was a rainy evening and I had just dropped my car off at the parking garage after spending the day out in the suburbs. I needed to walk over to the subway to get downtown to my apartment. I zigzagged along a few avenues and a couple of streets, all the while holding my umbrella in one hand and my cell phone in the other. As I chatted with a friend, I suddenly noticed someone—NO, it can’t be. At the same moment, he noticed me and started calling my name. I abruptly hung up on my friend and acknowledged him—my ex-husband! In order to understand how slim the odds are of us running into each other, you have to know that not only doesn’t he live in the same city or state as I do, we don’t even live on the same continent. I could have been walking down any one of several streets, but the red and green of the traffic lights determined my route. He had been inside a restaurant having a business dinner but had to step outside to take a phone call from that other continent. We had a brief, perfectly amicable conversation but I walked away feeling a bit unsettled. It’s strange to have such a perfunctory exchange with someone who at one time had been one of the most important people in your life.
One friend immediately said, “synchronicity” when I told her about my accidental encounter. Synchronicity is defined as the coincidence of events that seem related but are not obviously caused by one another. Was it synchronicity? Fate? I guess it must have happened for a reason, but I haven’t figured it out yet.
What sorts of synchronic encounters have you had with your ex?




