Meeting people

In 1975 I was hitch hiking across Canada, I got to Calgary, I had a friend named Jim Fisk who I had met in Israel on a kibbutz, I looked up Fisk in the phone book and called and asked if I could speak to Jim, the lady who was Jim's mother said her son was in Europe, I knew my friend was in Canada, it turned out to be the wrong Jim Fisk, I found the right one subsequently and all was fine. Then the following year back in London where I live, I was walking in Russell Square, I used to talk to strangers a lot, I saw a chap lying on the grass writing a letter, I asked him where he was from, he was Canadian, I asked where, he said Calgary, I saw the name on an envelope containing the letter he was answering, it was Jim Fisk! It turned out to be the person whose mother I had talked to in Calgary and said her son was in Europe!! At first he didn't believe me, but I was so insistent he began to, then said he had received the other Jim's, my friend's,school reports by mistake once. I never saw him again but it was a nice experience. I do believe we are all connected in ways we don't realise but would say if you don't talk to people, be open, communicate, you never find this out.