On Sunday, the thought of a gift I made for someone about 40 years ago came to mind. It wasn't given for a holiday or special occasion, just something I made for the hell of it. I don't know why I thought of the gift on Sunday. Hadn't thought about it for as long as I can remember.
It occurred to me that I could have easily gone the rest of my life without that gift ever coming to mind again. I pondered that possibility, wondering what other things, events and even people from my early life I might never think about again. I'm not referring to things I wouldn't recall if prompted, but things that I won't think about because I'll never be prompted and they just won't otherwise come to mind spontaneously.
Returning to the gift, I wondered what happened to it. When had the recipient decided that it was needlessly taking up space in some closet or attic? When did it get tossed in the trash? It had no financial value and I wouldn't imagine it had much in the way of sentimental value.
Today, I received an unexpected email from the recipient of the gift. The email came with an attachment--a photo of the gift--and nothing written other than: Do you remember this?
I responded to the recipient, saying that not only do I remember the gift, but I thought about it on Sunday, which was the first time I'd thought about in years and I wondered about its fate.
Reply: Oh my God!! I came across it while straightening up a few things on Sunday and decided to take that photo and send it to you. Telepathy?