THE REUNION!

I have a friend who was born and lived in South Africa. When she was a little girl at school, the class teacher left, and the girls had a collection to buy her a book. They all signed the inside page of the book so that she would remember them. My friend grew up and after going to University, came to visit England, meaning to look around and return to South Africa. However, she met the love of her life, married him and remained here. They had two sons, who now have children of their own. One Saturday afternoon, they were going to visit a friend and driving through a small Buckinghamshire village, saw a sign that a book sale was taking place. They didn't have time to stop and look but promised themselves that if it was still open when they came home, they would pop in to see what was there. Well, it was still open so they went in. As she looked through the books which were there for sale - YES! there was the book that she and her class-mates had signed for their teacher when they were young girls. It had somehow come down all those years, and across all those miles to end up in a book sale in a small village which she just happened to visit. If that doesn't define the meaning of coincidence, then the word doesn't mean what I think it does!