When I got back to the lobby, I realized my phone wasn’t in the holster …or my pocket …or my other pocket …or that pocket …it was gone. So assumption dictated that it was still in the car.
An hour later after tearing the car to shreds, the hotel staff calling my cell constantly, I finally accepted that the phone had vanished into the time continuum. Or I had dropped it and a car had smashed it, or it was stolen by the world’s most masterful pickpocket.
While I was looking for the thing, someone yelled my name. It was a colleague I had worked with in radio who is now running the marketing and promotion department at a music label. He was picking up one of his bands and suddenly he and the band were helping with my dilemma.
When I finally had time yesterday to get a replacement, I immediately called my label friend to thank him for his help the night before. He then invited me to his band’s show in a few hours. So I went. The band is Thriving Ivory if you wanna check them out.
At the gig, it was great to see a bunch of people I hadn't seen in a while. Some say stuff happens for a reason and perhaps some say it to cope with stuff when it doesn’t go their way. In this case, it truly was Serendipity.
And the guy who was yelling "No! No! No!" 24-hours earlier whilst tearing apart his car was suddenly reminded - it was just a phone. We learn lessons from the strangest places and most of the time it is all for a reason.
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