I was in an enlisted men's club in Norfolk and invited myself to a table with a couple of attractive women sitting there. They were Navy wives and quite friendly. We were talking about where we were from and one of them said she was from Toledo. When I asked her what schools she attended, she said Burroughs Elementary school, where I attended. She was older than me and I asked her if she knew my oldest sister. They were classmates.
Another one was when I told my wife one day that I wonder if I have another sibling. My long lost sister called me the next day.
Karma?
I was at a training base 1,400 miles from my place of birth, and like me, there were probably about 10,000 people there from all over the US who were attending temporary courses.
One day at the chow hall, I sat down next to people from various different units. The man next to me and I started talking, discovered we were from the same city, which is no big deal, that’s not a very big coincidence because it happens often. However, as we talked more, we discussed which high schools we had attended, once again, same school but he was 4 or 5 years ahead of me, so we had never crossed paths. When we exchanged last names, he was surprised, and asked me if I knew a girl named _______ (my last name). It was my turn to be surprised, “She’s my older sister!” I answered. He told me that about 20 years previously in his senior year of high school and her sophomore or junior year, he had taken her out on a date.
When I next spoke with my sister by phone soon after that, she remembered him right away and said he had been a gentleman. Unfortunately, he and I never ran into each other again.
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