This synchro is from a friend who works in a creative field but wishes to remain anonymous. It’s one of those powerful synchros that hits you smack in the face because of the odds involved, life-affirming, synchronicity on steroids. I have just one question about the story, which was pointed out by Bernard Beitman, who has a similar followup story. Can the Golden Gate Bridge be seen fro Golden Gate Park?
My husband told me a synchronicity story this evening. He works with a man – let’s call him Jake – whose wife, Isabel, had a brain tumor 10 years ago and had it surgically removed in San Francisco. Isabel was told she wouldn’t live to see her daughter walk. It’s been ten years, and she has had to have the surgery a second time, and MRI’s every 3 months, but she’s still alive.
Jake and Isabel live where we do, in southern California, but went up to San Francisco for the weekend and decided to have a picnic at the Golden Gate Park. They noticed a man there who was looking at the Golden Gate Bridge and suddenly started crying. He looked harmless, but distressed, and Jake and Isabel decided to try and talk to him.
The crying man, let’s call him Pete, told Jake and Isabel that his wife was in the hospital with a brain tumor. She was going to have an operation but Pete didn’t think she was going to live. Pete’s wife, Diane, had the SAME kind of tumor and the SAME doctor was going to operate on her who operated on Isabel, at the SAME hospital. Isabel told Pete that she lived through the surgery and was still kicking – and to have hope. He felt very comforted by that chance encounter.
I sent the synchro to Bernard Beitman, a visiting professor of psychiatry at the University of Virginia. He’s writing a book on coincidences and I was curious to hear what he thought of this story. He sent me the following story, which he’s using in his book, in a chapter on health and coincidences. There are striking similarities:
A patient of mine, learning of my interest, described a very meaningful, coincidental encounter.
When 7 years old my son Peter became critically I’ll , and was diagnosed with leukemia. The onset was sudden, and it was quite a terrifying experience. 3 years later, just after my son had completed his treatments and declared healthy, I was back at the hospital, in the blood collection center to donate platelets….something I began doing regularly after Peter’s diagnosis. As I waited for an elevator, I overheard a woman close by down the corridor, who was clearly extremely distressed, talking on the phone. I heard her saying (to her husband?) that “they were running more tests”, and how brave “he” was being, and how frightened she was. She said “they are sure it’s leukemia” at which point she broke down in tears.
My elevator arrived, the door opened, and I walked in. As the door shut, I realized i had to go back …that I had to offer that woman some support. I knew I had heard enough to understand that she was feeling the same type of fear, helplessness , and despair I had experienced a few years back. I went to her. I realized that I was meant to be at that place and at that time. I was meant to hear her, and meant to reach out. Comforting that woman by sharing my experience was healing for each of us. I needed her just as much as she needed me. She needed another Mother…that had “been there”, to comfort her. We connected, and I helped her through her difficult journey. She helped me to establish a better sense of balance and fulfillment created by the opportunity help and to give back.