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"I have always felt that whatever the divine Providence permitted to occur, I was not too proud to report"

Charles A. Dana

On Wednesday I was at a training session in some dimly lit conference room. After 3 hours of fidgeting and clicking on the subject software, I felt uncomfortably bored and walked out. I took a very long walk. I walked out of the room, out of the building and out of the complex. I saw a lonely road that led up a hillock and casually strolled up.

I walked a certain distance and then turned back and began to return to the training. Midway the lonely road I met someone I had first met a few months ago at a hike. He had told me at the hike he was a developer and he was working on some great app. So seeing him, I asked how the app turned out. He told me it turned out well and he was on the verge of signing a contract.

Then he took my number and gave me his, saying he'll like me to join his team when things kick off. I left hoping that things kick off and turn out well.

That very day I travelled home, some 3 hour drive away. In the taxi I was to take home, was a pretty lady (who at several times brought her lips too close to my cheeks for comfort) and then someone who I'd known for a very long time even though we hardly spoke beyond greetings (I think we're distant relatives, because it was his dad who conducted my naming ceremony). For the whole 3 hour trip, we spoke we got to know each other better and he explained the reasons for some of his actions, his beliefs, what he thinks of God, and so on. We discussed a lot of things. I asked a lot of questions and he was patient to answer. It was quite profound.

"Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events."
Ralph Waldo Emerson

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