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A Small World
Fifty-five years ago my son was sick. He was in Children’s Hospital. I saw this young couple in the lounge. We started to talk and I found out they were from Guatemala. Only the husband spoke English. He was a Dr. in Guatemala.
They had a two year old in the hospital. They said their son shot their daughter in the head.
I invited them to my house for dinner. They were very nice.
A couple of weeks later I carried her to the train.
Shortly after they called me to say she passed away. They kept in touch with me.
One day I was surprised to get a knock on my door. They sent me a native skirt and all my children native gifts.
My son was still sick. Two and one half years later he was in Einstein Hospital. The father wrote me a letter saying he was going to Florida to a convention and his wife could not go because she was pregnant with her sixth child.
My son was getting medicine in the middle of the night. A nurse sat down next to me and said she just came back from Florida. She met a man from Guatemala. She met my friend.
It is a very small world.
Twenty-five years ago, I had a store in Center City. A young woman came into my store.
I said, “You remind me of another girl that came into my store.” She said, “You say that every time. My husband plays for the Eagles and I live across the street. Here is my phone number. Call me when she comes in.”
When she came in, I called her and she came in.
They started to scream. I found out they were roommates in college and didn’t know
where they were located after school. They looked nothing alike and could not believe I put them together.