Listen to this story.. My dad is a writer and did a story on Mike Todd.
They became friends and Todd asked my Dad to write his autobiography.
At the last minute, my Dad had to pull out because of other obligations.
When Todd died in that plane crash, there were a couple of other people on that flight with him... One of them was the guy who was writing his book. That would have been my dad and I would not have been born.
Weird, huh?
kinda makes you go hmmm.... doesn’t it?
fate
That is weird.
Isn’t it amazing when things like that happen? My mother was a firm believer that things happened for a reason and when things like that happen it convinces you that it is so. Also gives credit to another belief of my mother’s that there is a time for everyone to go and if it is not your time it is not your time, the Lord has a plan for you here.