Wondering how small the world is?
Wondering how small the world is? Yesterday a friend from my New York life posted an Instagram story about Emilia’s first birthday party. I don’t know Emilia, but she sure is cute. She lives in L.A., where my friend also now lives. Emilia clearly likes birthday cake, and her “Will You Be My Sunshine”-themed party looked like fun.
A few seconds later another story about Emilia’s party popped up, this time posted by a different friend. I did a double take. I went back and compared the two stories like one of those Highlights magazine “Find the Differences” games with the side-by-side nearly identical pictures. Sure enough, there was Emilia in each of them, eating cake and looking cute in front of her sunshine decorations.
I did a double take because the second story was posted by a completely different friend--one who I also know from New York, and who also moved to L.A. These two friends, however, did not know each other in New York. They never even met or knew the other existed. Yet there they were, two people out of 4 million living in L.A., hanging out at the same party.
Hi, God. I haven’t been in touch much lately. So thanks for meeting me where I am, which these days (too much of the time) is Instagram. Thanks for the wink to remind me how connected we all are and how good finds good, no matter how cynical we choose to be.
Thank you for all of it.
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