On January 24, 2013 this happened:
Wouldn’t believe me if I told you. On the train reading, I look away from my book to ponder. As my eyes shift from the pages, to the window, back to my book, I notice the folks in front of me also studying some literature. Curious, I read the print on their pages. Questions about destiny, free will, ignorance are outlined. Is it a mere coincidence that the words on my pages seek to answer the questions on theirs? I spark up conversation, but must leave the train before I finish providing my contact info “Perhaps coincidence will have us meet again” I say with a smile. “I like that!” he said.