Las Vegas

A few years later I experienced the same kind of moment again.

While working in Miami at the Orange Café, I told a waitress named Amanda that I was

planning to move back to Las Vegas.

She told me she was thinking about moving there as well.

Months later, after I had returned to Las Vegas, I stopped by the Orleans Hotel.

I parked near the front entrance, went inside briefly, and when I came back out I held the door

open for a woman walking inside.

It was Amanda.

Once again, the only person I had told about my move was standing in front of me in a

completely different city.

Just like the situation in Miami.

I began asking myself:

What are the chances something like this could happen twice?

How could two people independently decide to move across the country and then meet again at

the exact moment their paths crossed?

Moments like this reinforced something I had begun to see throughout my life.

Without experiences like these, we might assume life is a series of random events.

But when the same pattern repeats, it begins to suggest something else.

It suggests that our lives may be unfolding according to a design we cannot always see while it is

happening.