BrianD wrote:It’s Small World
How true that old saying is can be borne out by the following tale.
As you have already been told ,I was unconscious for the best part of a month this Spring. When I came to I was informed that my daughter Jo was leaving for Amman ,in Jordan, (when you read that back it sounds like I’m writing about Peter Andre) .She was going off to marry her beau,a Jordanian named Tarek. She waited until I was safely conscious so that she could go off with an easy mind. A couple of days later she phoned me at the hospital and told me about her wedding reception.
Have you ever been in a room full of people and there is a general hubbub of voices ,tinkling glasses, and the sounds of rattling cutlery,when over and above that sound you hear a voice that sounds familiar? Well that’s what happened to Jo.
She could hear a midland accent someway down the room. She edged toward the voice and saw ,to her surprise, that it belonged to a young Arab gentleman. Jo expressed her curiosity as to how he came to have such an accent and told her that he was a long time resident of Coventry.
She then told him that I was in Coventry and he asked whereabouts in the town I lived. She told him that I was in hospital there and he quickly asked her which one; she told him I was at the University hospital and he said that that was where he worked . He then asked what ward I was on and she told him I was in the critical care unit. He looked really excited and then asked my name “I know him” he almost shouted “ I helped perform a tracheotomy on with Mr Marzouk!”
When I told my surgeon of my ‘phone call he smiled and said “It’s a small world Brian”
BrianD
That is truly a remarkable story that makes the hair on the neck stand up. Is it just that the world is smaller or could it be more than coincidence; other dimensions and parallel existence comes to mind, two phenomena scientists are looking at when they finally get the Hadron Collider up and running in Switzerland ... Will we ever know?
