It’s Timing

The universe has a way of making it up to you and things happen in chronological order to get you where you need to be.  After dinner with a college friend, who I have not seen since college, I decided to return to the UW library to resume my studies.  It was a combination of a number of things that made me miss the exit but kept on driving until reaching my grandma’s house. Unbeknown to me, Aunt T, the mother of my childhood friend Tu, was there.  I couldn’t believe it.  It has been 18 years since I have lost track of Tu and the family.

I immediately sent Tu a text.  Given the recent passing of a close friend, there could not be better timing.  Tu and I immediately picked up where we left off, which was somewhere between the 4th and 5th grade. It was like picking up a fragment of your childhood memories.  A very pleasant experience.

We spent a split second lamenting about the roughness of life.  How I am bald,has a girlfriend who I care about a lot but she is all the way in Korea and how I am 32 but still unsure about work and life.  Tu is married with three kids and running a nail business.  Needless to say we mostly recounted memories of running around the neighborhood creating havoc and buying candy from Safeway.  I said I remember it was more of us stealing candy.  We joked about using the whistle to call for help in case we got jumped by the ghetto kids living in the neighborhood.  We laughed and agreed it was tough growing up poor.

Our parents were good friends and our families vacationed together.  Tu naturally became family.  He was a brother, we hung out at church and school.  Then we lost touch after elementary.  He had a tough time at Jason Lee Middle School and was allegedly involved in some sort of gang.   His mom sent him to New York to stay with his father.  I found out through my mom a few years after his departure.  I guess it was natural that I never got a call. I found out he came back in the 10th grade and tried to look for me but our path didn’t cross.  We could get contact information through our parents but somehow we didn’t.  I am not sure what happened.  Maybe the timing was off.

My other friend Rebecca shared her pearls of wisdom on timing.  Rebecca noted her time in London being drunk on most nights.  On a particular night, she was knocked unconscious and woke up to find she was in the hospital with missing front teeth and unable to recall what happened the previous night.  Had an extension on her graduate coursework, got married to someone in Turkey and moved back to America to begin life.  The marriage ended in divorce which was followed by a serious brain tumor that was viciously spreading.  Following a successful surgery is a few more accidents that needed surgery.  Other life mishaps continued.  It is not until now, at age 37, that cosmic lined up to work in her favor.  Rebecca, an overly competent LSE graduate is finally employed in a job she enjoys, happily remarried, 18 months pregnant and recently bought a condo for a fraction of market price.  All happened at once.

What I have learned is that you can’t rush life.  It’s all about timing.