It's no coincidence

I don't believe in coincidence. A few months ago when my mother became very very house bound I thought I would like to enable her to continue in the practice of her faith. My mother was a daily mass person. And all of a sudden November 2007, she couldn't even do that. So I went through the proper channels to become a minister of the Eucharist to the home bound. I approached her parish priest about this with positive results. However, I felt I needed to partake in the celebration before I could share it. The mass was at 8 a.m. in Hamilton. That means me starting from home at 5:30 a.m. I just couldn't do it. One day, I'm not even sure why, I was walking up the hill from the Hamilton Go Bus Terminal and discovered a church that had a mass at 9a.m. Perfect I thought, I get off the bus at 8:45a.m. and I'm there. I approached the priest and was very warmly greeted, and not just by him but also by the daily mass goers. There are usually only 7 or 8 people there. They soon discovered that I was Polish. On Friday one of the men who have been so kind started to talk about how old he was and his life history. It seems he was in Italy with my DAD! at the battle of Monte Casino. His ride arrived and I was unable to get into the thick of things, but just when I thought I would be doing research on line forever, for this portion of my scrapbooking, I met a live participant with a memory. I'm not sure if anyone will appreciate all this research but I'm sure feeling good about it. So my next scrapbooking Tuesday should be very interesting. Coincidence you say, I think not!