As many of you know, I do not believe in God, any god, spirit, or entity supposedly in control of everything. I do not believe mythology, astrology, or tarot. None of that stuff. But, I do believe in coincidence. And boy do I have a doozy!
Today is September 21st, 2026.
Exactly 11 years ago today a blood vessel in the right hemisphere of my brain burst. After rides in an ambulance, and Life Flight helicopter, I spent 2.5 months in the hospital. I wont detail that here, but click the link at the end to read about that. I was lucky to be alive,
September 21st, 2016
My former coworker and friend, Glenn Meyer died from complications of a stroke he had months earlier.
September 21st, 2021
My dad died.he was 79, and died from cancer
The reason I bring these together goes beyond the significance of this date, but the connection of alcoholism. My dad was an alcoholic. Glenn was an alcoholic. I, of course, was also an alcoholic.
Add numerology to the above list of things I don’t believe in, but the coincidence is striking.
If I had died 11 years ago, that would mean three alcoholics, Dad, Glenn and myself would have all died on September 21st.
I stopped celebrating this anniversary roughly the time I concluded I would no longer be recovering 100%. The dream was over, and reality set in. This is my life, I caused it, and now I have to learn how to live it. Next week I will be celebrating the fact that these events, mostly my portion, were the best thing that ever happened to me. It made me the best version of me there has ever been. So I’ll put a bow on the coincidence of Sept 21, and move on to more important topics