Synchronicity

    Has anybody ever heard of synchronicity? The term, the meaning? Synchronicity is a term coined by C.G. Jung which basically means "Meaningful Coincidence" in so many words. Now we are not talking about randomly meeting your neighbor at the grocery store or something boring like that. Synchronicity dives much deeper than that, and if you have ever been faced with a synchronistic event, or two, in your life, consider yourself blessed. I am writing this to share with anybody who's interested, about a synchronistic event that shaped me and blessed my life to this day.

    I was born and raised in Upstate New York (Syracuse area) for the first 19 years of my life and I am an only child. Sure I would have loved a brother or a sister but unfortunately that never happened. I found my sibblings elsewhere through deep friendships overtime. My Dad comes from a family of eight, all originating in the Syracuse area but eventually they all moved out west to Boise, Idaho. I was 7 years old by the time the last of his side moved west so I was never really exposed to them growing up.

    My Aunt Mary is works with another gal for a company called Adams and Associates, a tutoring buisness for the learning disabled or any student who is in need of further tutoring. My Aunt Chris is a nurse. Both have gentle hearts and care deeply about the individual, not just looking at them as "clients". We McNulty's treat you like family; that's how we have always been.

    In April of 1982 (I was born in August of that year) a little boy was born but born with a rare disease that almost took his life in the years to come. Had it not been for my Aunt's loving care to nurse him back to health and save his life, he would have perished from the disease. Had it not been for my other Aunt, he wouldn't have done so well in school, for she became his primary tutor and helped him with his school work and taught him while he was sick. After a while of intensive care and love, bringing life back in him, they all parted ways...and life carried on.

    After graduating high school in 2001, I had decided to move to Boise to start a new life for myself. I had visited there numerous times in the last two years of my high school career. I even went as far as living there the summer before Senior year to get a job and see if I had really wanted to live there or if it was just "vacation thinking" as my dad put it. I got a job and lived, but I didn't want to return home to New York, so my goal to graduate high school was having that chance to move to Boise, and I did.

    Father's Day weekend of 2002 I purchased a Greyhound bus ticket and spent three and a half days on the road en route to my new life ahead of me. I didn't know anybody there except for my Family but I had a job waiting for me because I transfered with JC Penney. I met quite a lot of people and quickly established friendships.

    I met a girl, Diane, while working there and we started dating; she was one of my manager's daughters, while her other daughter, Michelle, I ended up moving in with and shared my first apartment. I partied quite a bit and Michelle and I were going to be attending a party. For days she had been talking about this guy named, Seffan, who she thought we'd hit it off and become pretty good friends. The party we were supposed to be attending that night, Seffan was going to be at.

    I met this fellow Seffan and by the end of the night we became pretty good friends...days, weeks, years, after this party, we quickly established a strong friendship. We have established a brotherly bond. Seffan is an only child and so am I. We to this day are such good friends that we both consider ourselves to be the Brothers we never had. We love each other like Brothers and are both very fortunate to have each other in our lives.

    About a month or so after living on my own I had stopped over to my Aunt Chris' house for a visit. She asked how my life in Boise was going and who I had been hanging out with and the friends I made. I mentioned Seffan's name and newly established friendship we held. I spoke of him the most, over all the others. Chris paused what she was doing and asked what his last name was in an estranged curiosity.

    I told her his last name and her jaw dropped in astonishment. Long behold, Seffan was that little boy with the rare disease, that both Chris and Mary helped so many years ago. Seffan and I were destined to become those Brothers we never had and wished we had growing up. Seffan being on the West Coast and I on the East. Michelle, some random person who I just happened to meet and move in with, knew Seffan and had it in her to introduce us. It was like she felt like she had a fun obligation to do so.

    Had it not been for my family, Seffan might have died. Had it not been for Michelle begging for us to meet, I may not have ever met Seffan but through Synchronicity, we were supposed to meet; sometime in the future. For this I feel honored to have had such an inspirational yet powerful moment happen in my life and to this day I am grateful for this "meaningful conincidence".

    On a final note; My friend Austin (my other Brother made in Idaho) lent me a book to read about this very topic of Synchronicity. If you, the reader of this blog, would like to know more about these "meaningful coincidences" the book Austin lent me is called
'There Are No Accidents; Synchronicity and the Stories of Our Lives' by Robert H. Hopcke