There’s an expression in Yiddish: Man plans and God laughs (Mann traoch, Gott Lauch).
Here I am, writing a blog about worrying and finding serenity https://onepersonsingular.wordpress.com/2012/10/22/a-dangerous-life/ , while going about life cheerfully, and all of a sudden everything changed, and the line from Jaws came to my mind: “Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water…,”
I cannot define myself as Jungian, but if I do believe in something in that vein – it’s synchronicity.
Let me set the stage:
One may argue quite logically, that everything that happened in the last three days is pure coincidence, however…
Not even hours after posting my last blog about life’s dangers – and my having come to peace (OK, maybe a truce) with the fates, I was told that my new and very pregnant daughter-in-law was in the hospital because of a fetal heart-rate issue. Fortunately, shortly after, she delivered a beautiful baby girl by a previously unscheduled C-section.
I thought to myself, should I believe in the “evil eye” (עין הרע)? But no, I’m not superstitious. Everything will be fine.
After a quick delivery we were told that the baby had problems breathing by herself and would be going to be in the NICU on a ventilator. I’m sure that I don’t need to elaborate on the level of distress this caused me and my family.
Later, in the waiting area, I was listening to someone speaking Spanish, and my mind wandered to “mal de ojo”, but, no – I’m not superstitious.
The following night, driving to the hospital on the 405 freeway – the car in front of me switched lanes with much-too-quick acrobatic elegance, only to expose me to a huge fender laying in the road directly in front my car.
I had maybe 1 second to consider my choices and chances. Should I slam on my brakes and get hit by the car behind me, or brake more slowly – and if unsuccessful, have four flat tires? I decided on something in-between and managed to avoid both catastrophes.
But, now stuck – inches away from the threatening piece of metal; at a dead stop; in the dead of night; on the 405 – I had then to wonder about how to manage switching lanes while the cars in the next lane are speeding past me inches away …
I truly consider most LA drivers kind and considerate. Ultimately, a kind driver with good situational awareness, let me merge and I continued driving, feeling that my blood pressure was sky rocketing, as if I’d just survived a rocket attack from Gaza.
I couldn’t not think about my previous blog. No, these are not Pharaoh’s Ten Plagues, but Rachel’s 10 Plagues were piling up right in front of me:
I almost avoided a serious accident on the infamous 405 (Plague #1)
My family is extremely distressed and upset about the new baby. (Plague #4)
My first and new granddaughter is on a ventilator. (Plague #2)
Hamas was attacking Northern Israel (Plague #6)
And to make matters even worse, I had a painful encounter with a friend (Plague #8)
So if I’m not really superstitious, and yet things coalesce in a strange and inexplicable way right after one (that’s me, actually) writes a blog about life dangers … um, shouldn’t I take the concept of synchronicity seriously?
Or is this, just life?