What are the chances?
19 December 2014
It was October, 2001 and very few Americans were traveling on pleasure trips, after the horrors of 9/11. My husband and I decided not to cancel our long awaited China tour. We were wandering around a Buddhist temple in Hangzhou and in the distance, saw a familiar looking man - probably the only person that my husband and I both knew, independent of eachother. He had been my professor while I was a medical intern in Philadelphia and my husband knew him from conferences he had attended on liver disease. He wanted to know "what in tarnation are we doing in the middle of nowhere". We had the same thought. Six degrees of separation.