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Have you ever thought something was going to happen right before it did? Or have you ever been thinking about someone, and then you turn a corner and there they are?I had a weird experience this morning. I was on the bus on the way home yesterday and I starting thinking about all the people I used to know. This thought process stemmed from a (weird) conversation I had overheard on the bus last Friday between two people who used to go to Nepean. They weren’t in my grade (one or two years younger I think), but I recognized the faces, and they were talking about what they’ve been doing since graduation. It got a little crazy when one of them starting boasting (actually BOASTING) about how many times he’d been in jail, what he’d done to put him there, and how many women he had impregnated during and after his time at Nepean. Crazy shit…
Anyway, that got me to thinking about all those people you “kinda sorta” knew in high school. You know, the ones you weren’t close enough with to keep in touch, but you would still consider them a friendly acquaintance.
And then randomly, a name and a face pops into my head: Emma Roy. We were friends for like, a week, in grade 9. Emma was one of those people who knew EVERYBODY. And I mean everybody. She was the kind of person who would just pop up at your cousin’s friend’s brother’s house party because she knew the DJ.
I don’t know what made her come to mind. I hadn’t heard from her since she’d changed schools in grade 11, and I figured she would be in Toronto or out West, making use of her skills as a talented artist to scrape together a living. And suddenly I thought, “If there was anyone in the whole world I would randomly run into somewhere in South Africa, 30 years from now, it would be Emma.”
Well it didn’t take 30 years, and it certainly didn’t take a trip to Africa. As I looked down the isle of the 97 this morning on my way to work, who hopped on the bus but Ms. Emma Roy herself, looking not that much different than she did in grade 9. She grabbed a seat near the front, and I was at the back so I couldn’t go talk to her, but holy cow was I shocked!
It’s strange how life works, isn’t it?
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