Alright. Coincidences. Most of these just have me shaking my head.
... ... About a week or two after this happened to me, I was on the bus, riding to go to grocery store.
There was a Latin man, wedged in between two large women, who looked very tired and depressed. I love Latin folks, being a chef, I have known many good people from Mexico, Central and South America.
I really felt for the guy though, I know how hard they work, some of them have three jobs, and send most of the money to family they don't even get to see but once a year, if that.
So, I was thinking to him, in my head " Amigo, que paso ? "
That's " What happened ? " in English.
These two women that were on either side of him stopped talking to each other suddenly, and one grabs him by his arm and says " Amigo, que paso, Que paso ? "
.." That's odd ", I thought, I was just thinking the same thing.
..so I get off the bus, and I'm walking down the sidewalk.
I get to the corner, and there's this drunk homeless man standing on the other side of the street from me, next corner, with his back turned to me, just standing there wobbling back and forth, about to fall over.
All of a sudden, he bends completely all the way over backwards, like a gymnast, and looks right at me.
Without falling over.
Then he straightens up, and wobbles down the sidewalk.
I thought, that's odd,..I used to do the same thing when I was waiting to ride the bus in the morning to go to work. I did lots of Yoga growing up since my mom was quite the " hippie ", and so were her friends.
I've never even met anybody else personally that can do it, bend over backwards, and for sure not a drunk homeless man.
That was a little strange as well.
So I get to the grocers, and I'm walking down the aisle, and all of a sudden a bunch of tortillas come flying off the shelf in front of me, about 15 feet ahead of me.
Everybody's looking at me.
That was odd too.
Later that night, I was out, went downtown, out of curiosity to see if odd things would keep happening.
At the end of the night, I had a homeless schizophrenic man come up to me, asking me to help him.
What was strange about that, was that he knew my name.
I found that somewhat unnerving.
If you are familiar with Meher Baba, or Sufism, you should know what a " Mast is ".
[link to en.wikipedia.org
Many times in my life, I found myself to be friends with people who had disabilities, were homeless ( As I was many times ) or were sick and dying, there was something about them, perhaps their stories of perseverance and warm friendship drew me to them.
But " crazy people " always come up and talk to me, if you know what I'm saying.
I've had very interesting encounters with these types of people in my life.
That was an interesting night.
The next few days got even more interesting for me.