The surprising chances of our lives can seem like they’re hinting at hidden truths, but they’re really revealing the human mind at work.
Towards the end of seventh grade, my middle-school band took a trip to Cedar Point, which was pretty much the theme park to which Midwestern middle school bands traveled. (I imagine it still is.) They had this indoor rollercoaster there, called the Disaster Transport. My friends and I were standing in line for this rollercoaster, winding up the dimly lit cement steps, when we turned a corner and came across a huge pile of money.
We picked it up and counted it; it was a very specific amount of money.