Now it’s a big job deciding whether to talk or write. I’d rather talk, I sliced my finger open today which makes it hard to type, but I just look so haggard.

I don’t mind my appearance. I don’t mind looking however but after my crying and so forth… well I guess I figure you’ve seen enough emotion out of me for at least a day or two anyway. And I do feel emotional about this topic so would probably drift on camera if I tried to cover it in that form. The upside is now that you’ve heard my speech, I write as if I were talking which is something I really enjoy.

So I wanted to talk about destiny. I want to share as much as I can that helps and inspires me. Things or people I encounter who feed and support my faith because I think we are all going to need as much of this as we can get going forward. So last night the soldier and I were talking about that song in Spanish and we have a lot to say about it.

Because when we hooked up in 2003 we made a timeline. It was his idea. He wanted to know where I was and what I was doing my whole life so he could compare it to his. Why, I don’t know. Or I didn’t know and I guess I still don’t but in whatever case we came up with this rough timeline and when he was going on the supposed suicide mission, he was in the town where we met where he’d not been for many years,

This is how the phone book wound up in his lap and he made the decision never to contact me again. He was to be done with Elsa… shut the door. And before he left to go die he had one other task that took him to small town 60 miles from the city where we met… a town I was living in at the time.

We were able to determine we were there at the same time. We would have had to be within just a few miles of each other and in fact could have been in the same building. He said he actually ran into someone else there that he knew in our era though it never occurred to him I would be anywhere nearby. I was though. I was in a Frito truck.

In contrast, he was in a Green Beret, which is unheard of in the desert. He said he was a sight, that’s for sure but anyway, although he spent the whole day in the town we were not destined to collide and he went to war.

So I asked him last night, “You were never going to call me, ever?”

“No.”

“Well I called you,” I said meaning in 2003, many years later.

“Yeah, I know. Just like Special Forces. I wasn’t going to call them either.”

He reminded me he gave up the idea at one point and you could hardly blame him. Most people just try out. He had to go through 3 different boot camps… serve in this and this and that and they still wouldn’t take him. They just wouldn’t let him in. Saturn on his Mars I guess. He’d get so far but they just would not, could not, and would not let him try out for Special Forces. Finally he said, to hell with it. He wasn’t going to join.

He went and made himself the best soldier in the world instead and when he won that thing, guess what? Special Forces called him.

“And it just shows you can’t escape your destiny,” he said. “If it’s your destiny you are not getting out of it. And when you find this out and look back you have to laugh at the idea you even tried.”

I didn’t say anything hearing that but I sure felt good. It’s nice to know you can’t mess up your life. It really doesn’t matter what you do, the universe puts it right. We are not making errors, we are on our way.

Do you feel the universe puts things where they go eventually?