A Real Reason for Boomer Gratitude This Thanksgiving

I don't believe in coincidences. I believe when things happen it was meant to be. I also believe when people come into your life, no matter how brief, they are meant to be there for a divine purpose.

That's what happened to me today. A young woman named Sarah came into my life unexpectedly---from out of the blue.

Sarah had planned to go to Curves for a workout before catching a plane to Minnesota for Thanksgiving. Curves was closed. While contemplating her next move, she happened to be standing near my car when she saw a driver hit it. Instead of turning a blind eye or heading to another destination, Sarah stood by watching the continued actions of the driver.

According to Sarah, the young driver wrote a note and left it on my car but then took the note off and left a half full can of diet Pepsi on the passenger side windshield. She watched the driver leave the scene as she wrote down his license plate number and make and model of his car.

Then she wrote a note on my car letting me know she had witnessed the accident and was going to try to find me inside Harris Teeter or wait around until I came back to my car.

Initially when I saw the note I thought it was some kind of a joke. You know, one of those hidden candid camera moments where someone you know pulls a prank on you for a reaction. But sure enough, she approached me as I was reading the note trying to figure out what was going on.

After calling the police, we waited and chatted. She told me about the times someone had damaged her car and no one left her a note. I told her that karma was going to change and felt I had made a new friend. I asked for her contact information, which she gladly provided. We laughed and she waited as long as she could before she had to leave to get to the airport for her flight to Minnesota.

The circumstances of today were meant to happen just as they did. It was a real reason for boomer gratitude this Thanksgiving. Instead of going to Food Lion (where my car might've been hit and no one told me), I went to HT. Sarah was going to Curves but it was was closed. Had it been open she would've been inside and witnessed nothing.

I won't forget Sarah and I hope that you, too, will have a Sarah in your life---if you haven't experienced her already.

Now, even though this post isn't about politics, I might point out that Sarah is from Minnesota and Minnesota is a "blue" state, which also tells me a lot about Sarah's heart.