My friend Tiki recently told me this story of people he met at a conference in Singapore and I'd like to share it with you.
On the first day of the conference he sat way back the hall where he found himself in the company of "people who looked quite Black." So they got to talking and Tiki learned that they (a man and a woman) are Fijians.
"Wow, my grandparents used to live there!" Tiki said. So the woman asked for his grandparents' names, after Tiki gave her the names, she said: "Oh my God, your grandmother is famous in Fiji."
"She saved my daughter's life. She took care of her. I will always be thankful for your grandma."
Of course Tiki was so bowled over that he cried. Tiki's grandma was a pediatrician and she lived in Fiji for most of her life, she died a couple of years ago.
Upon coming home to the Philippines, Tiki told his grandpa (who now lives here) the story and he said this actually made his grandpa perk up, well of course he had been really sad after his wife's death.
Tiki said, "I could have sat somewhere else, but I chose to sit there, and these people became my friends. Of all people, of all places, wow."
I told him, I have this image of God moving us around like chess pieces. You know, so there's this giant hand and well, because He knows everything, He kind of picks up one person and puts him in front of a certain person who may be an enemy or loved one or simply someone he ought to meet, and then when things go well God will have this silly smile on His face and He'll go "Aaah, there ya go."
Well sometimes He puts us in a position where we feel like we are bludgeoned to death and then one day we find that Oh Hey I didn't die, and I feel better. What I'm saying is, I really believe there's a force larger than us and I'd like to imagine it as a giant hand and the entity Who it belongs to has some Master Plan and at the end of every chess game His goal is always to have that smile on His face, "Aaah, there ya go."
Yes we make our own decisions and all that, but sometimes it wouldn't hurt to believe that things do happen for a reason.
It's always a fine time when it's spent with Tiki, he is one of my best friends and well, I like sharing stories with him and that night when he shared this story with me I couldn't help but further my belief of The Giant Hand.
That night The Giant Hand put me right beside Tiki, in a Starbucks, and made me hear that story of his grandma and the Fijians, and well, it made life just a little bit bearable. So, thank you Giant Hand.
"Aaah, there ya go."