I have always known that we live in a very small world, but once in a while things happen to remind me of it.
Two of my favorite stories happened years ago when I was still working for the Miami News. I'd taken a trip to Russia -- in February, no less -- mostly to see the Bolshoi and Kirov ballet companies in Moscow and St. Petersburg (then still Leningrad). Since I was covering television at the time, CBS gave me the name of their Moscow correspondent -- Richard Roth -- in case I wanted to touch base. Keep that name in mind.
On our first visit to see a performance by the Bolshoi, as I sat in the balcony of the magnificent old theater, my friend and I began chatting with an American man seated in front of us. He mentioned being a reporter. My friend, who worked for the Chicago Tribune, and I both perked up. "Really?" I said. "What paper?" To which he replied, "The Miami Herald." When I told him I worked for the competing Miami paper, we both shook our heads at the coincidence.
The next day, my traveling companion made a call to her paper's Moscow-based correspondent. Delighted to hear from folks from back home, he immediately offered to pick us up and take us to the American Embassy for lunch. When he arrived, there was another man driving the car. You guessed it. Richard Roth, the contact from CBS, whom I hadn't called!
Just this week I was reminded of those small world incidents when I received an email from friends in Orlando. I originally met Jim Manuel several years ago when he was hired as my media escort to make sure I got to bookstores and interviews on time. We've worked together since on several occasions and I've gotten to know his wife, as well.
When he wrote the other day, it was to tell me that a close friend of his and Debby's had just done the voices for her very first book on tape. They'd been very excited for her. When she sent along a copy of the tape, lo and behold, it turned out to be my book, Amazing Gracie, which is due in stores in print and audio editions on December 29.
Their friend, Janet Metzger, has just sent me an email, as well, to tell me how much she enjoyed the book. One of these days we'll all manage to get together to talk about life's coincidences. You can read more about her experience on her website:
www.janetmetzger.com.
I love it when things like this happen, when we're reminded that as huge as this country is or however far we travel, we just never know when we're going to bump into someone from back home or meet someone to whom we're indirectly connected. Sometimes those six degrees of separation people joke about with Kevin Bacon are even fewer. I, for instance, was only two degrees of separation away from Hugh Grant once upon a time...when an acquaintance rented her house in the English countryside to the author of "Bridget Jones' Diary." I tried to figure out some way to close that gap and get to Hugh, but alas, I never did.
I'd love to hear about some of your small world coincidences. Just click on comments below to share them.
Sherryl Woods