Uncle Bill
Some things are just uncanny. Coincidental. Strange. Lucky. Meant to be? With purpose?
I went out to supper tonight at my friend’s parents. We had steak. Yum. This story had a point and now I’ve completely derailed.
Oh, well, long story short, my friend’s parents and the life they lead is basically identical to the one my parents lead. Oh, you have about a 400 cow-calf operation? So does my family. You calf in the spring? So do we. Hay and grain in the winter? Yep, us too. Even the most minute little things…like traveling about 30-45 minutes to the livestock auction when selling time comes…same, same, same.
That was odd to me. Quirky. Coincidental. Strange. Meant to be?
I think so.
