We just returned from a short vacation in the Bay Area where we met up with my brother and his family, including my new 2-month-old nephew. We managed to miss our flight to California, and on the way back I forgot something in the rental car and missed our return flight by two minutes.
As I watched the plane pull away with my wife and daughter, I thought how we were flying apart and if one plane went down there would be those who would see signs of divine intervention. At least for whoever survived. But we all survived, so I guess any higher power just wanted me to ride the Air Train back and forth several times. Mysterious ways indeed.
